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ssaronance · 11 months
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me defending nancy, robin, el, joyce, and max
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josephfakingquinn · 2 years
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Some behind the scene pictures of the stranger things cast season 4.
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munsonfamilyband · 11 months
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I’ve been on a Soulmates kick today and just saw a fic where Steve has two marks - one for Robin and one for Eddie. And it’s got me thinking.
Of course, he doesn’t know who his marks are for. He only knows that they’re two people because they look so different. Soulmarks show up where you and your soulmate will have the first skin-skin contact, and they have the words they will say when that happens written in their handwriting.
Steve has one covering his palm, the handwriting is small and sharp, all angles and no rounded edges. That one says “Steve, we need to run”. It seems scared, the wording, but he refuses to think about it. The other mark he has is covering his left hip, curling like someone was holding him from the side. This handwriting is completely different from the other one and is best described as chicken scratch. It’s big and messy, letters flowing into each other like the writer didn’t even pick up their pen between each stroke. That one says “I got you, just lean on me”. It seems less scared but there’s concern laced in the words that helps Steve feel less alone when he’s laying in bed late at night. That’s the only time he ever lets himself think about his soulmates, during the day he avoids it like the plague. His parents are soulmates and they barely speak, so soulmates can’t be all they’re cracked up to be. After Nancy never makes one of his marks tingle and burn he tries to give up on the idea entirely, figuring he can go on without a soulmate and be with Nancy - but then she breaks his heart and those late nights are all he has.
His first soulmark changes when he’s stuck underneath Starcourt mall the summer after he graduated. He had been working with a girl, Robin, who barely tolerated him on a good day and now she’s been sucked into his shitty world. When the alarms go off in the bunker he barely has a second to react before Robin is grabbing his hand and yelling at him, “Steve, we need to run!” His feet start moving and he yells back for her to be careful with his arm, even as he feels the tingling burn cover his palm and in that supply closet, leaning against the door next to Robin they make eye contact. In that short second of connection he knows that she felt it to, that he’s just found his soulmate and despite his fear he’s so happy that it’s her. Later, after they had both puked up their guts and he had confessed to having a crush on her, Robin told him about Mrs. Click’s class and Tammy Thompson and how she’s sorry that he’s stuck with a soulmate who can never love him back. Steve blinks and suddenly his two soulmarks make so much more sense.
“Robin, I have another soulmark. I don’t… I don’t think you were ever a romantic soulmate for me.” He watches the relief and, maybe even, joy cover her face and she launches herself at him in a hug, squeezing him tight and he returns the favor completely ignoring his own pain.
The other soulmate comes over 8 months after meeting Robin. He was so grateful for having her in his life but he still wanted that other piece, he loved Robin and she loved him but he wanted romantic love too. Unfortunately for Steve, just like with Robin, his other soulmark was triggered when he was fearing for his life. He had just been dragged through Watergate and made into a chew toy for a bunch of demobats. Steve was just trying to catch his breath when they all heard the bigger hoard approaching and he knew he had to run. He made it surprisingly far before the pain of each step started to settle in, his feet dragging more and more and his pace slowing when someone moved in beside him, wrapping one arm around his back to settle his hand on his hip. Eddie grabbed the arm closest to him and dragged it over his shoulders, giving Steve a grin. “I got you, you can lean on me.” This only made Steve completely trip; the sudden onset of tingling burning at his side so close to his currently bleeding wounds had his left leg collapsing under his weight.
“Why does this always happen when I’m in danger?” Eddie froze and then a laugh burst forward.
“That makes so much sense with context. C’mon let’s get you somewhere to sit and we can talk more when you’re not bleeding over me.”
When he and Eddie got to Skull Rock, he and Robin made eye contact and he watched her eyes flit down to where Eddie’s hand was on his side. Her eyes grew about three sizes and he just shot her the best grin he could. He didn’t care that he had been bleeding all over his soulmate for the past few minutes - he had gotten blood on Robin when they found out that they were soulmates, so it seemed fitting for him to be doing the same to Eddie.
Years down the road he would look back and laugh at the drama surrounding him finding both of his soulmates. Eddie even joked that the universe gave him two to make up for his shitty parents, and Steve wasn’t going to argue.
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eddiemunson-mylove · 11 months
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"It's Just Us"
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back again with another smut for ya'll. Was not expecting it to be so long yikes! I'm going to thank @lovejosephquinn for basically threatening me to get this done :)
I'm also going to tag @thepastdied as a fellow big titty bitch. This one is for the girlies like us
a classic friends to lover's trope, with the additional bed sharing trope... ahhhhhh
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After sharing a bed with your best friend, you wake up to see him ogling at your tits... do I really need to say more?
slightlypervy!virgin!Eddie x largechested!bestfriend!reader
Reader can be perceived as plus sized as she is a part of the big titty committee, but it's not necessary
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18+ | Protected Sex (because they're smart and you should be too) | Strong Language | Reader is very insecure about her large chest (totally not projecting 💀)
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When you woke up this morning, to say you were surprised was a slight understatement. It was the rustling of sheets next to you that had disturbed your slumber. There was another sudden movement from beside you, this time the perpetrator landed a thump to your shin followed by a soft “shit”. Typical of Eddie to immediately wreak havoc upon his first few moments awake.
He rustled some more, no doubt trying to stretch his limbs from the uncomfortable position he had left himself in last night. You, however, had yet to open your eyes and welcome in the golden morning light. You just lay completely still, ruminating on the events that had led you here to be kicked in the shin and perspiring from the additional body heat radiating from your best friend. 
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The night before…
Steve was to be the last out of the door. With a quick turn to the two of you as he pointed with a stern look to Eddie, “Look after her, you hear? Get home safe doll,” he directs to you with a wink and shoots off into the night.
Eddie had hosted another successful evening of drinking and catching up with his friends, now ultimately yours too. The trailer held just enough space for yourself, Eddie, Steve, Nancy, and Robin to be seated. Going back and forth with one another with little updates about each other's lives. These kinds of meet ups were rare and cherished, all of you working steady jobs which resulted in time for you all to be together at once. But having known each other from school, their bond would always prevail. You’d hoped that you could get to that point with them all too.
You and Eddie had been friends for just a short while now. You had moved to Hawkins the year prior and he had been one of the first to grace your presence when the long move had kicked your car in indescribable ways. He began taking overtime to work on your lump of metal and even offered to drive you places in the beginning, though you would regretfully decline. Things escalated when you would spot him around town running errands. Sporadic meetings turned into coffee trips, turning into days out together, turning into being invited into his close group of friends. The last year has been nothing short of a dream, and Eddie has been there to encourage you and envelop you in light and laughter. 
As Eddie closed the door behind Steve, he twisted his waist and clasped his hands together, “Nightcap before you go, sweets?” His grin was wicked but you know there was no malice, only mischief and a desire to keep you here longer. 
“Only if I’m pouring Munson,” you clap back, “I’d actually like to wake up again in the morning.” you gave him the most exaggerated wink that you could muster, emphasised further with a pair of finger guns before plodding off into his kitchenette to find clean glasses. He followed you of course. You noticed that he did that from almost the moment the two of you met, like a lost puppy. Although you were the one that felt kind of lost when he didn’t do it.
One drink quickly became two as you began to share your fond memories of your first encounter. Two became three when you both elaborated on your in depth plans for the future, of course, including each other. You lost count after four. Your shared recollections had only catalysed a trip down memory lane, telling wild stories from high school and various adventures that you had both been on and how you wished the other could have been there too. 
It was clear that neither of you were in a fit state to drive. And when a passing glance to the clock that read 2:06 had confirmed your suspicions that a taxi wasn’t going to be an option, you knew you were staying the night. Neither of you were the first to admit it. Although there was evidently a shared understanding after reminiscing about the amount of whiskey Robin had oh-so-graciously spilt over the couch in her final hour here. You were definitely sharing a bed tonight. Neither of you were against the idea. It was just a new boundary in your relationship that was going to be crossed. Friends share beds. It didn’t have to invoke such a reaction in your chest, matched with the heat rising to your cheeks. But it did nonetheless…
The whole ordeal had been awkward beyond belief. Eddie fumbling around with his duvet and clearing the one side of his bed to get rid of the collection of washing (clean or dirty? You didn’t dare ask), before he sprawled himself like a starfish across the expanse of the mattress with a high-pitched giggle to himself. You stood hesitantly in the doorway to Eddie’s bedroom, nervous at the idea of being forced into such close proximity. You suppose you could consider yourself almost afraid. Afraid that you’d become self-indulgent in the situation. That you would internalise the night too much, only to be let down when he would reinforce the friendzone card. 
Too caught up in your tangle of thoughts, you hadn’t noticed that Eddie had rolled over to await your own drop onto the bed only to see that you’d stood paralysed. He shuffled himself into a seated position on the edge of the bed and peared up at you.
“Hey, where’d you go just now?” his voice was almost silent, the soft whisper lulling you gently from your trap. 
“No. Don’t worry about it,” you shake your head, “just zoned out”.
He was standing up now, making his way to you slowly. Both hands had raised up to grip your upper arms delicately. Eddie stooped his head slightly to match your eye level. You too could see a flicker of nerves in his eyes.
“It’s just me, sweets. It’s just us,” he beams, “I won’t bite… unless you want me to.” Finishing his little pep talk with a wink and a nudge to your shoulder with his fist. After a deep roll of your eyes and a tired smile, you went to the bathroom to remove the majority of your clothes for bed. 
Left in only your cami top from beneath your shirt and your panties, you took one final look in his stained mirror. Going braless had taken a considerable amount of convincing, ultimately choosing your own comfort rather than Eddie’s. Sure, you figured your current outfit would have him stoic enough. But you didn’t want to be the cause of his death when visible nipples became involved. Having to once again pull away from your thoughts, your feet pattered back to his room, you find him deep into dreamland anyways. An inevitable effect that alcohol had on Eddie. At least you wouldn’t have to face the awkwardness of explaining that you don’t tend to bring pyjamas with you to any and all occasions.
With just enough space left for you to crawl onto your side of the bed that he had barely left you, you pull the covers over the two of you and place your head on his embarrassingly flat pillows. You were facing each other now, and this gave you a chance to admire your closest friend while he was at his most peaceful. You already knew that you had feelings for Eddie, you weren’t oblivious to this. But to replace the friendship you had with the risk of something more just didn’t appeal to you. You loved him too much to lose him. So with a weak hand reaching up to brush a stray curl out of his face, and a soft “night,” you closed your own eyes and let Eddie’s even breaths lull you into unconsciousness.
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Adjusting your eyes until they were just open a slither, you’re met with Eddie facing you. Well, his body was facing you, but the slight tilt of his chin tucked into his chest and the lack of eye contact made it clear that his focus was elsewhere. You were by no means naive. You knew exactly what he was looking at without even having to follow his line of sight.
You had always been a larger-chested girl. You started growing boobs from a younger age than most around you and they never seemed to stop growing until you’d reached your later teen years. You never missed how certain shirts wouldn’t fit you right and how dresses would bunch up if they had chest seams. But you certainly never missed how people would stare. Not even just men, anybody. The non-stop gawking if you were to wear a lower neckline, their eyes flickering from your chest to your face when you wore a tight-fitted outfit. You’d made peace with it, accepted that it’d never change. You can’t say that you were overly shocked to find Eddie in the exact same position, he was only human after all. 
The thing that had surprised you had been the barely-there grin. The fondness in his expression. Almost as though he was gazing in admiration, rather than the pity or the condescension you were used to. The way his lashes fluttered as he grappled between needing to blink but wanting to stare just that little bit longer. A gentle hum escapes his lips as the corners of his mouth twitch upwards some more.
You huff a small chuckle, your own lips beaming in amusement as his head snaps up to meet you. Horror engulfs his face and his eyes, you think, couldn’t possibly widen any more. You wait for his defense, for his panicking, for his justification. But you’re met with only silence. Silence, and the look of pure dread.
“Mornin’,” you smirk at him, a playful glint in your eyes. “Enjoying the view I see. You’re acting like you’ve never seen tits before” you add after a pause, fueling the fire. 
You were wrong. His eyes widened even more…
You won’t deny that there had always been a certain tension between the two of you. Not something you could quite put your finger on but the realisation was always just stuck on the tip of your tongue. You recognised it in the flirtatious banter that you shared, leading many to believe you were a couple. You perceived it in the prolonged touches, the longing stares that both parties were guilty of. But you had always been just… friends. You believed that your feelings for him were rooted in the want for attention, to be somebody’s favourite person. It had only been recently that you felt it blossom into more. Your only dilemma was whether Eddie returned these feelings. 
But with him now shamefully caught ogling at your chest, you at least knew that he was definitely interested in a part of you. You began to snort a laugh at him, rolling slightly onto your back to direct your laughter away from his face into the void air of his room. Going back to face him once again, you’re met with an exaggerated pout as he grumbles out, “It’s not funny”.
You’d calmed down very quickly when you saw just how defeated he had become. His expression was crestfallen, and you’d berated yourself for thinking you’d pushed him too far. Tracing your steps back to when you could have elicited such a gloomy response from him, you suddenly drew in a sharp breath, cringing slightly at the words getting ready to leave your lips.
“Eds… you have seen tits before right?” It seemed like such a dumb question in retrospect, but you had realised in this moment that you had never seen Eddie with another girl that wasn’t Nance or Rob. And that he had never mentioned girlfriends tonight whilst you droned on about the trials and tribulations of school.
He playfully scoffs at you, “Of course I’ve seen tits before. Like, maybe. Just, like, not in real life,” he admits, defeated. It’s at this new piece of exclusive Eddie-lore that you have a lightbulb moment. Clearly he was interested in your rack, and you were interested in him. It seemed like a win-win in the first instance. You could show Eddie your tits, and then he’d fall head over heels for you!
Okay, definitely a tad far-fetched. But this was your one shot. You’d never had an opportunity to express how you felt to him before and while this method was highly unconventional, it was worth a shot. Which is what led you to vocalise,
“I could show you them, if you’d like?” you ask, more timidly than you had intended. Eddie deadpanned, awaiting the punch line. But once he saw your expression was that of sincerity rather than sarcasm, he was quick to splutter his words.
“Shit! Umm, are you sure?” he asks, “I mean yeah, that’d be great an’ all, but like, for real?” clearing his throat and trying to maintain a casual demeanor, he eagerly awaited your reply.
“Sure Eds. I don’t mind, really. As your best friend I would be honoured,” you assert with a lighthearted giggle. You don’t miss the slight wince in his face once you’d pulled out the friend card. It further fueled your hope for the future.
“Well then, as you are being so generous and noble, it is I who would be honoured,” he announced in his best medieval knight voice. The two of you broke into a fit of laughter, both feeling slightly delirious at the proposition laid out before you. That same proposition was also the reason the laughter dies down as quickly as it started and the room began to feel more silent, more serious. You’re the first to start speaking again,
“Hey, umm… before I do this, I just wanted to let you know,” you began fumbling your words in shame, “boobs don’t… look how you may think they do. Especially not like your magazines.” you finished with a tight inhale. One side of your mouth twitched upward to produce a defeated grin. 
“But boobs are just… boobs?” You could see the genuine confusion flash across his features with his reply. His response only pulled a sigh from you.
“Yes. But you see, they get past a certain size and everything just sort of… falls apart?” you attempt. You’re met with no response, his silence urging you to elaborate. “Like, gravity obviously plays a big part in their demise. They’re heavy, and I mean heavy, Eddie. And because of how they fall, how they just drop down, everything is sort of… stretched out. You can see all of the imperfections, all of the pores, the spots and blemishes. And it never ends. They will never be like those blonde pin-up girls in your crusty magazines because they are not real. Real life only leads to disappointment…”
With one final push of air from your lungs you finish your speech with, “You’re more than welcome to see your first pair of real tits Eddie, but I know it’ll only end in you wishing you’d saved yourself the trouble.”  
You could see that Eddie’s eyes had glossed over. You knew he had a hard time with you putting yourself down when he cared so much for you. Yet he said nothing. He just stared, directly into your eyes, as though he’d only been allowed to for the first time. With the quilt rustling again, you didn’t have time to see Eddie’s hand. You had only felt it as it made contact with your cheek, his thumb brushing your cheekbone timidly. And that was when he had spoken,
“Hey…,” his smile was gentle, his eyes were even softer, “It’s just me” 
And you believe then that you know he would never judge you. Of course he wouldn’t. He wasn’t capable.
“It’s just you,” you parrot back to him, your lips finally turning up once again. He pushes out a soft chuckle from the very back of his throat as his hand comes around for his pinky to flick against the tip of your nose lightly.
“It’s just us, princess…”
That was the final encouragement. You were being silly, you thought. They are just boobs perhaps, as you reach to pull at one strap. You were just simply doing a favour for your closest friend, you justify as one arm is free from its constraints. He seemed to like them enough to gawk at them, you reason with yourself, as you begin to unceremoniously tug at the second strap from underneath you. As you whittled the strap down your arm, the fabric that had previously been shielding your modesty had peeled from your chest and your top had now bunched around your waist.
With Eddie’s focus still maintained on your face, you quickly glanced down to make any adjustments that could be deemed unsightly before peering back up to him and giving him a barely visible nod; he had seen it though. As his attention swiftly flicked back into the position you had caught him in barely 10 minutes ago, you kept your eyes on his face, desperately trying to read any facial expression or slight muscle ticks that could indicate any distaste from the man you were so eager to impress.
He retracted his hand from your cheek and began to shuffle backwards in an attempt to gauge a wider field of view for the gifts you had presented to him. The excitement he exudes was impossible to miss. Almost like a child being told to pick out a new toy of choice. His eyes darted between the pair laid out before him. Like you had explained, your boobs had gravitated more towards the mattress and drooped over your bottom arm rather than sat in the centre of your chest, much like how you imagined Eddie had expected them to be. But there was no indication that he seemed to mind as his tongue darts out to caress over his top lip, his eyes blown in bewilderment.
The sudden change in temperature after being freed from your top had hardened your nipples, making them look slightly more ‘normal’ looking than their usual flattened out state. Eddie’s hand that had previously graced your cheek was now laying flat against the bed between your two bodies, his fingers jolting and twitching slightly. You knew what your next move had to be.
“You can touch them, if you’d like?” you voice, sounding more like a small squeak than actual words. Your nerves had sent a fresh sheet of goosebumps over your skin, your nipples still peaked and aching slightly against the draft in Eddie’s room. His eyes meet your instantly, once again widening as though he was seeking your definitive permission before he gets ahead of himself.
“Are you sure?” followed by an audible gulp, “I mean, I’d love to but… you don’t have to do that”
He was so careful with his actions and his gazes that you knew you’d have to instigate anything further. Lifting your hand to grasp at his wrist that lay on the bed, you slowly spread out his palm and pressed your chest up more before placing his hand directly over the centre of your breast. A sigh of relief that you were not aware you were keeping escaped your lips in the same instance that a croaky groan left Eddie’s, the two harmonising together in perfect synchrony. 
The tips of his fingers start to explore the sides of your boob, tracing shapes lightly along the thinner skin there. Allowing his fingers to prod experimentally, he gains enough confidence after a few moments to give his first delicate squeeze. While the action itself was miniscule, it was still enough to elicit a small whimper from you, causing Eddie’s eyes to once again return to yours. With his lips quivering slightly to suppress his satisfaction, his next squeeze was significantly firmer. You watched as, almost in slow motion, the fat of your breast buldged through the gaps of this fingers. Eddie seemed to watch this too, his only reaction being a low “oh, fuck…”
You huffed out a small chuckle before responding, “Everything you expected them to be?” He began to nod vigorously, his curls rubbing against his pillow. Watching his irises dance across your chest had induced many feelings. The most surprising feeling being safety. You knew that in this moment, you could rely on Eddie for anything. He would be cure to all ailments, the cause of all of your laughter. He held the key to your heart, and you knew that he would guard that key with his life. The realisation brings a fond smile to your face. The strongest feeling, however, was enough to wipe the smile straight off your face. That feeling that could not be mistaken for anything else…
You wanted him. You wanted Eddie Munson, your best friend. You desired him, longed for him… burned for him. And just as these revelations had made themselves apparent, Eddie had gently swiped a thumb across your peaked bud causing you to shudder. No, you didn’t want him, you needed him. With your mind now clouded with lust, you reach up a hand to cradle the side of his face, caressing his cheekbone with your thumb. You needed to approach this right. Needed to make absolutely sure that you hadn’t read it wrong, that the line was worth crossing. And as Eddie slowly shifted his gaze to meet yours, his eyes completely blown out and hazy with what you could only recgnise as lust, you had all the confirmation you needed. 
But before you could even process what your next move would be, Eddie had already lunged forward and forcefully connected your lips together. You let out a sudden gasp before fervently reciprocating the kiss. His lips were warm, soft. Of course he had to mock you with having the perfect pillowy lips at a moment's notice. Eddie had opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, but had not yet made any intrusion into your own, just enjoying the moment wholly before he could over-extend his actions. You on the other hand had wanted him to push the boundaries; wanted him to explore your mouth, leaving no corner unsearched. Deciding to test the waters you jabbed your tongue into the tip of his, earning yourself a raspy moan, the vibrations making you exert your own breathy whine.
As your tongues danced with one another in perfect cadence, Eddie’s hand that had previously found home on your breast had now slid its way to snake around your waist. Giving it a slight squeeze, he wraps his arm around you to satisfy his only mission of pulling you flush against his body. As your chest collided with his own, noting to yourself that he hadn’t even bothered changing out of his Slayer shirt and sweats from last night's gathering, a deep guttural groan erupted from his chest. You broke the kiss to meet his eyes, swooning at the closer proximity between the two of you.
“You okay there handsome?” you tease, trying to egg on his newfound confidence. It had seemed to work as he mumbled back to you,
“I’ve just always wanted to know how it felt to have the most perfect tits pressed against me,” he rasps out, “so thank you, Sweets”
Rolling your eyes at his dramatic antics, you playfully retort, “God Eds you make yourself sound like such a virgin.” Feeling brave, you decide to hook your thigh over his hips in order to further reduce any remaining space between you. And that’s when you feel it. You feel just how much of an effect your boobs had had on your best friend. You feel just how much Eddie had needed this too. How he yearned for it… ached for it.
He hissed quietly at the contact, one corner of his now swollen lips turning up slightly. With a bit more courage of his own he goaded to you, “If you want me to stop sounding like a virgin so much… then why don’t you change that?”
Plunging straight back into an impassioned kiss, you shift slightly to be able to wrap both arms around his neck, pulling his face impossibly closer as though any slight distance would rip him away from you. With his arm still tucked snug around the expanse of your back, he swiftly rolls onto his back and takes you with him, leaving you laying on top of his frame. Your hips had already unconsciously decided to grind against his crotch, the friction proving to be delicious for the both of you. You lost yourself in the kiss, delving deeper and deeper as though you sought to drown. Alas, you had to force your mind to swim back to the surface, breaking the kiss to ascertain clarity of the situation.
“Eddie, are you sure about this? Is this really what you want to do?” you question. Ending this now would be a devastating outcome. But it would be necessary if there was a possibility that he was unsure, in order to salvage your friendship, if that’s what this still was. He sits up abruptly and shuffles slightly up on the bed to lean across the headboard, taking your body with his as though that was what they were designed to do. 
“You're kidding right?” he deadpans, “Fuck yeah, this is what I wanna do! Can’t you feel how insane you’re making me?” You chuckle at that and nod, giving your hips a mischievous wiggle, producing a short exhale from him. He continues, “There is no one else that I could even consider sharing this moment with. Me. You. This… it just makes sense.”
He’s staring straight into your eyes now. The deep brown orbs unravel the very last of your previous reservations. And he maintains his eye contact as he removes his arms from your waist to pry his shirt from his skin that had collected a slight sheen from the anticipation. You didn’t see where his shirt went and neither did he, both of you lost in each other's gaze. Your own hands reach down to find the hem of his sweats, hooking your fingers at his hips and tugging them down along with his boxers until they sit just behind you, collected around his mid thighs.
Breaking the stare, you peer downwards in an attempt to see what you’d be dealing with. You were impressed to say the least. Sure, it wasn’t gonna win any awards, but it was definitely the biggest out of what you’d dealt with before. Enough to make your walls clench around empty space. Enough to make your mouth salivate. Sitting pretty against his abdomen, encased in a thatch of curls. You could see that it was waiting for your next move, twitching at the anticipation.
Quickly glancing up to his face and seeing his confident persona falter slightly, you leaned up to press a chaste kiss to his lips before lowering yourself over the shaft, rocking your hips slowly to create a delectable friction. Eddie was quick to whine out at the feeling of your clothed cunt rubbing salaciously against his bare cock. With your forehead pressed to his, you quickly found your rhythm, each rock of your hips making you pant and whimper at the feeling of him rock hard against your swollen clit. 
His hands suddenly shoot to your hips to halt your movements before pleading out, “Please, sweetheart. I can’t take all of this… need to be inside of you, please” The final plea was pathetic, sounding truly fucked out before anything had really begun. Normally you’d be inclined to tease and torture him some more, to use him for your own pleasure. But this was Eddie. Your Eddie. And so it was only right for you to heed his request on demand. 
“Do you have a condom?” you inquire, raising your brows slightly to ephasise the urgency.
“Yeah, uhhh shit hang on,” he reaches to his far right to impatiently yank his top drawer open and fiddled with the unopened box before pulling one out and grinning as though he’d just struck gold. Taking the foil from him, you’re brisk in tearing it open and pinching the tip before wrapping a hand around his shaft to begin rolling it down. He whimpers and hisses at the minimal contact, earning an inquisitive look from you.
“What?! It feels good,” he exasperates, “You’re literally touching my dick”
With a light snort you quip, “God baby, you really have no idea…” You admire the way the pet name brings heat to his cheeks, dusting them pink. Lifting yourself gently with your knees, you use your free hand to swipe your panties to the side whilst lining him up with your other hand still grasped around him. Alerted by a quivering exhale from below you, you pause right on the precipice to smile at the beautiful man.
“Hey… it’s just me,” you mirror from earlier, hoping the phrase could provide him with some comfort, “okay? It’s just us” you finish. Waiting for his curt nod as an acceptance, you slowly lower yourself onto him, the stretch immediately welcomed by your fluttering walls. You had let out an elongated hum the further you sank down, whilst Eddie sang a string of curses at the brand new sensations.
Once you had bottomed out you left little time to adjust for the both of you, your need becoming all-encompassing. You’re quick to lift yourself again, stopping to drop back down sharply once almost at the tip.
“Oh my… fuck. Shit, okay” Eddie had become the shell of a man, losing himself completely in the feeling. With a steady pace, not too slow to cause frustration but not too quick to overwhelm him, you begin to bounce. Eddie’s half-lidded eyes were level with your tits, lazily watching them jolt with your movements, his jaw slack. All that could be heard was the slap of your breasts against your chest as well as your arse on Eddie’s hips, and his pitiful moans.
“Ahh, shit I won’t last sweets,” he mutters out, his words slurred in his pussydrunk state.
You slam your hips into his as hard as you could, relishing in the strangled cry of the broken man before you, before once again grinding your hips to meet that delicious friction of your clit against his thick patch of hair. The sensations cause your walls to flutter and grip his cock sporadically, in turn making Eddie whine with each breath he takes.
With this new motion, along with the pathetic display below you, your high was fast approaching. You opted for a combo of grinding your hips together whilst also lifting slightly for Eddie to feel the insatiable drag through your erratically clenching pussy. Feeling his hips begin to thrash up to desperately chase his high, you feel your own suddenly crash through your entire body. The rhythmic pulsing sends Eddie over the edge with you, gripping your hips like a vice as he yells out his strained groans, his voice significantly dropping a few octaves. 
With your body going limp against his, you’re only able to muster up enough movement to press an ardent kiss to his jaw before tucking your face into his neck, his curls sticking to your face. Feeling a peck placed on your crown, you’re able to shift your head back slightly so that you’re still leaning on his shoulder, but this time able to gaze at his face. His own face meets yours in the middle. The two of you stay like that for a while, taking in the details of each other’s faces. Eddie is the one who breaks the silence,
“Sooooooo… your tits are nice,” he grins cheekily as his eyebrows wiggle at you. Your eyes immediately widen as you gather the strength to swat at his other shoulder tiredly, but still giggle along at his behaviour,
“Eddie Munson, you really are insufferable” 
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munsonsreputation · 10 days
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WATCH THAT SCENE!
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eddie munson x fem!reader
word count: [2.3k]
warnings: warnings: no use of y/n, mild cursing, overall fluff!!!
summary: the kids need help learning how to dance for their formal and you're their last resort, but they should've known not to count your suave boyfriend eddie out.
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The sun had begun setting in the small town, the burnt twinge of orange and yellow tumbling over the sky where clouds grew drabber and the bright blue following behind. The air was the perfect kind of crisp that blew smoothly against your legs and face, easing the warmth that had developed from the hours of stretches, flips, kicks, and jumps.
All of the others girl had left the parking lot, only leaving you behind, though Chrissy was kind enough to offer you a ride, but you knew Eddie was going to there any minute. And so you beamed when his van came turning into the school zone, the music slowly being turned down as he saw you standing outside the gym already approaching his car.
“How was practice, baby?” He hailed out towards the open passenger window, smiling widely.
You rolled your eyes playfully, opening the door to toss your things into the backseat before settling into the soft velvet cushion beside him. Eddie was already jutting his chin out towards you when you giggled, holding a hand on his cheek to stabilize yourself and pressing your lips together.
He tasted like mint and cigarettes. A combination that you’d never get sick of because despite how much you hated that he smoked those cancer sticks, he always chewed a piece of gum before ever trying to go in for a kiss with you.
“I can’t wait to shower.” You groaned, combing your fingers through your oily hair when he finally started driving away from the school.
Cheer practice was always muggy and gross. Getting tossed in the air time and time again, then proceeding to touch the sweaty mats that everyone practically laid on and touched made you feel icky. It was always routine for you to get into a shower after practice and scrub the living daylights out of your skin.
Eddie looked over at you, cursing under his breath a little at his forgetfulness.
“Shit! Sorry, babe, but Henderson called—he asked if we could swing my Joyce and Hops.”
You shrugged, shaking your head not bothered by the pit-stop since it was always nice to see the kids especially since you were so busy these days.
The only time you really got to see them was if Eddie had a campaign that ran late or on weekends when Eddie was in charge of dropping them off and picking them up.
“It’s fine, as long as I get a shower in the next few hours. Did he say why?”
He shook his head, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. “He sounded panicky and annoyed. A lot of voices and music in the background, though.”
“Well, panicky and annoyed, isn’t unusual?” You quipped, and he cackled, switching lanes to take the route.
“We’ll find out in a little bit.”
The Byers-Hopper living room had now been infiltrated by all the younger teens, including the older ones: Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, and Steve. The older four had been called to by Dustin, begging them to come over and show them a few dance moves that they could use for the winter formal.
But bless Dustin Henderson’s heart, because while they might have had a few proms and formals as dance experience, none of them were “experts” at dancing — or at least none met his standards.
For god's sake, even Nancy and Jonathan, who were a couple since forever, looked like a pair of stiff bodies moving back and forth when they tried to demonstrate how to dance when a slow song came on.
And you would think that someone as charming as Steve would have some sort of groove when it came to dancing, but Jesus, no, he looked even more rigid and awkward.
Don’t even get them started on Robin, who bursted out in laughter when she tried to dance with Steve but failed within the first three seconds because she had accidentally stomped on his foot thinking she was leading.
It even came to the point where they confided in Hopper and Joyce who had arrived home from work to their living room furniture pushed against the walls to make room for a makeshift dance floor. A cassette played loudly through the radio and everyone seemed to be a jumbling mess.
Well, the mess became even bigger when Hopper and Joyce tried to show them a move or two, which just ended up with everyone laughing and burying their faces in their hands at the scene. El, Will, and Jonathan cringed more so than laughed, but now they knew their parents were probably the worst dancers than themselves at than alone was a core memory.
That’s when Dustin threw in the towel and decided to make a call to his dear friend Eddie. Eddie who was about to leave his trailer to pick you up from practice so you could get home and shower, then finish the movie you two fell asleep to last night.
But nevertheless, Dustin sounded frantic and desperate, begging for him to bring you over and alas Eddie gave in.
The boy finally saw the van pull into the driveway and shot up from the couch where he had been resting, watching through the window.
“Shut the music off, Steve!” He shouted, stumbling up and towards the front door.
Everyone rose their brows, Steve following Dustin’s instruction and pausing the cassette that El had let them borrow for the day’s impromptu dance party. Before you and Eddie could even knock on the door, it was pulled open.
The scene of everyone staring at the metal head and cheerleader, quite shocking actually—more shocking than the stares in the hallways at school, which were pretty dreadful already.
You side-eyed Eddie suspiciously wondering what he had gotten you both into before looking back at Dustin.
“Hi?” you squeaked suspiciously, twiddling your hand in the air to greet everyone who waved.
The boy smirked, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you inside roughly without a second thought.
“Dustin, what the hell!” You shrieked having no choice but to move with him in order to avoid tripping over your own feet.
Eddie rolled his eyes, stepping inside and shutting the door closed.
“Henderson, you’ve got three seconds to tell me why you’re dragging my girlfriend like a rag doll.”
Dustin apologetically bowed towards Eddie, dropping your arm and gesturing to the open floor.
Everyone else was either leaning up against the wall or sitting down on the couch, trying to get some rest after the young boy practically forced them to keep dancing until they had something, but nothing was good enough for the damn twerp.
“You know how to dance, right?” Dustin stared at you, and you bounced on your heels, nodding your head slightly.
“I mean, cheerleading does require some dancing but—“
Dustin shushed you, causing you to furrow your brows, and looked around dumbfounded at the action. Steve and Robin were already shooting you sorry looks as they muttered something about his tone and needing a smack to the head.
“Henderson, just tell us why we’re here?” Eddie rubbed at his temples.
He plopped on the empty seat next to Max who looked rather peeved at being stuck there all afternoon when she could have been at the arcade playing Dig-Dug.
She turned to him, gesturing in the air with annoyed hands. “Dustin wants us to learn how to dance for this weekend’s formal.”
Lucas pipped in, looking at the crowd before settling on you. “No one knows how to dance except you.”
A small smile grew upon your face, looking around the room at the sullen faces that were offended at Lucas’ words — mostly Hopper and Joyce, because back in their day, they were pretty darn good dancers if they said so themselves.
Eddie sat up from his spot on the couch, shooting a deceitful look at Lucas while gesturing fondly to himself.
“What? You don’t think she’s the only good dancer around here do you?”
Mike grunted, mumbling under his breath, “You sure don’t look like you knew how to command a dance floor.”
Everyone seemed to agree with Mike, which was extremely rare, even for Hopper who didn’t like the kid all that much.
You crossed your arms, shaking your head at the little shitheads and more offended that they thought your boyfriend couldn't dance.
“Hey! Did you forget Eddie is in a band? He practically eats, sleeps, and breathes rhythm.” You reasoned with a tilt of your head, trying to sway them.
Everyone tried to stifle their laughter but failed terribly. I mean could you blame them?
Eddie played metal music, not that pop disco shit that would be playing at the formal, but that’s because they thought wrong about him. They all thought they had your boy all figured out as the stereotypical metal head that couldn’t dance to save his life, but you were about to make them eat their words.
Contrary to popular beliefs, Eddie was quite the dancer, and a good one at that. He knew how to keep up the pace and swoop you off your feet so smoothly you’d think he was a professional in his past life.
You shot Eddie that look, lifting your shoulders with the silent offer as he looked almost coy before nodding at you, scooting off the couch and shaking his arms off getting himself warmed up.
You glanced at Steve, pointing at the stereo, “Hit it!”
Eddie moved across the floor to you effortlessly, hands going for your hips while you draped yours over his neck — you were like magnets easily finding each other. Your feet slid back and forth, one after the other, following Eddie’s lead that flowed with the music.
“How did you guys know Eddie and I love to dance to ABBA?” You called towards your friends who watched in astonishment.
“You can dance?!” they screeched, eyes widening as they all straightened up in their seats and off the walls, watching with the utmost surprise and shock.
You began to giggle as your boyfriend spun you around into his chest, swaying you both while he placed a kiss on your cheek before spinning you back out.
“Just like the songs says, you just gotta feel the beat.” Eddie rose his brow at them, moving your hips in his hands before you shook your head at his playfulness.
“C’mon, we’ll show you.” You told them, pushing at his chest so that you could skip on over towards Dustin, pulling him to the center of the living room with you.
Eddie went for Max, tilting his head for her to follow his lead and not be so nervous.
“It’s really all about keeping the pace and the beat.” He instructed, looking down at their shoes and Max did her best to not step on his sneakers that were already pretty beat up.
“And loosen up,” you chided, nudging Dustin a bit, “relax those shoulders and move those hips.” You instructed, showing him to roll his shoulders back and swirl his lower body as if he was hula-hooping.
After a while, they started to get the hang of it, easily moving across the floors without stepping on each other’s feet and not being so tense.
“Great, now you two try!” You nodded, handing off Dustin towards Max.
It was awkward at first, the both of them laughing as they didn’t know where to put their hands, but quickly it became natural with what you and Eddie had taught, the basics of keeping up with the rhythm and singing along.
You huffed with hands on your hips, looking around the room for your next student, while Eddie had already grabbed Joyce who was a giggly mess.
“C’mon Mr. Hips, I know they don’t call you king Steve for nothing.” You teased, tiptoeing towards your friend and pulling him along with you.
Before you knew it, the living room was a lively dance floor. Bodies grooving along to music without even second guessing if they were doing it right and just having fun with each other as they sung and tried not to bump into the pair beside them.
“Maybe we should open up a studio and start teaching some classes?” You suggested with a grin, resting your chin on Eddie’s chest, staring up at him.
He chucked, pecking at your nose sweetly, “Don’t get ahead of yourself babe, you know my dancing services are limited to you. This was just a special occasion.”
“Do you have any other talents you want to reveal?” Dustin nudged him with his elbow, prompting Eddie to smirk toward him before looking back at you.
“I can do a pretty gnarly lift, exactly like that one in Dirty Dancing.” He bragged, still pretty surprised at himself that he was able to pull it off.
The girls in the room gasped, including Steve, “No way!”
“Yes way,” You bit your lip with a giggle, remembering that one afternoon you and Eddie had spent together trying to get it down after you had watched the movie.
Steve dropped Robin’s hand, wandering over to the stereo and pausing the track before picking it up by the handle and walking towards the front door. Everyone stared at him, waiting until he sighed, one hand on his hip as he looked at you and Eddie.
“You guys need more room than this. We’re moving outside and that lift better be top tier.” He warned towards Eddie, walking out the front door as everyone else followed his lead.
You and Eddie laughed at how ridiculous it all was — surely none of the kids were going to attempt to pull off a lift in the middle of their formal dance, but it was sure gonna be funny watching everyone else have their try at it.
Eddie hoisted you up, prompting you to laugh into the crook of neck, “C’mon baby, I’m about to blow their socks off.” He said, kissing your cheek with an obnoxiously loud smooch before carrying you out the door.
So maybe you didn’t get to go home and get that shower or finish that movie as soon as you would have liked to, but you sure did get to dance that afternoon away with the love of your life and that in itself was a win.
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seven across
rating: t ♥️ cw: established relationship, SUCH FLUFF ♥️ tags: marriage proposals, crossword puzzles, slice of life, softness
for @steddielovemonth day twenty-seven: Love is watching them do the stupidest things and falling harder for them every time (anon) + Love is just a four-letter word (@sal-si-puedes)
@pearynice said both of these prompts could be together and I said...let's try! ♥️
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“Thing I want to be for you every single moment always, past the day I fucking die.”
They’re not, like, particularly serious about the crossword in the newspaper. As in, they don’t spend all morning on it, they don’t judge the tenor of their whole day based not on whether they finish it, but instead how fast they finish it, they absolutely do not do it in pen—
Basically, they’re not Nancy about it; but they do have fun with it. It’s just a quirky little…nerd thing they share before their coffees are done, before they kiss at their car doors and leave for work, or like this, on the weekends: before they start another pot of coffee and kiss about the clues they couldn’t figure out while it brews.
“Head,” Steve answers, off-handed, looking down his nose with his glasses perched low as he reads the middle section of the paper, something about stocks…probably.
“There’s no indicator,” Eddie snorts at Steve’s response, shakes his head but doesn’t bother to smother his grin; “it’s not what I want to give you every single moment.”
“So you agree you do want that, though,” Steve peeks up so sly, so teasing, so fucking gorgeous it hitches in Eddie’s chest when he so much thinks about it, about him, about his Steve—let alone when he’s face-to-face with the genuine article, grinning in all his glory.
“Was that in question?” Eddie recovers, but he knows his tone’s a little lovesick, knows his smile’s a little dopey for feeling, but this man.
Just; this man.
“Love,” Steve grins around a sip of his coffee, glances down at the crossword in front of Eddie to indicate another guess but his eyes sparkle in that way of his, just so, and Eddie knows it’s…not just a guess.
“Again,” Eddie huffs but can’t help the way a smile stretches wide enough to strain, to ache in his cheeks in the best possible way: “not a thing I give,” and he lets the hand not holding the pencil reach for Steve’s, which is waiting for him, grabs when Eddie’s close and laces thiner fingers together so Eddie can squeeze tight as he breathes out:
“But also never in question.”
Steve’s reading again, so it takes Eddie a little by surprise when his hand’s been lifted, and then pressed to Steve’s mouth with a kiss and when he looks up Steve’s already staring at him, the look there so fucking tender.
“I meant it was a noun,” Steve says so softly, his tone tender, too; “you are what love means to me.”
And Eddie’s pulse does a little double-skip for that because Steve can say those things forever, and it’s won’t ever stop fluttering around in Eddie’s chest like something miraculous.
In fact, Eddie really hopes Steve will say it forever.
“Sap,” he tries to volley back but it mostly comes out sappy, and a little too choked to be anything but a fucking compliment.
“Just honest,” Steve shrugs, smiling soft and playing with Eddie’s fingers before setting them back on the table, but not letting go as he gives another guess a try:
“Home.”
“Also not in question,” Eddie sighs a little…fuck, yeah, a little dreamily before tacking on: “you’re all I need, to know that I’m home.”
And it’s true. It’s so fucking true.
Eddie’s floating on the truth of it, and the fact that he gets to live that truth like this, and he’ll blame that as more than good enough reason to miss how Steve scoots his chair closer and leans over his shoulder to look at the paper he’s writing on.
“That’s more than four letters.”
Yep: Eddie will absolutely blame the high of just…being with Steve, of loving like this, for distracting him from the whole fucking pointof the conversation.
“Oh, I, umm,” Eddie fumbles a little, flustered where he really shouldn’t be, this was actually kind of the plan and he reminds himself of that sternly before he chuckles, and it’s only a little forced to get his footing back: “forgot to say we were past those.”
He looks up at Steve thought his lashes, honestly a bit sheepish and yes, he does bask in Steve’s endeared eyeball, in his indulgent smile before he takes another sip of his coffee, and Eddie thinks he’s in the clear when Steve asks:
“What’s the real clue?” Because they do this, they play with the clues more than they probably don’t when the answer’s obvious, because this is something they do together, and if whichever of them’s manning the writing utensil knows what to write in and they just move onto the next, that cuts down the fun, the soft moments they get to have like this.
And Eddie wouldn’t fucking trade this for…for anything.
“Umm,” Eddie draws out, not just the keep the moment but also because woah, wait: Steve’s putting his mug down and he’s leaning in and that’s not how this goes, nope, not even a little, hold the fuck on—
Also Eddie is supposed to be composed for this, because it’s important, it’s so fucking important, and when Steve’s pressed up against him like this, soft and casual in the mornings together, Eddie cannot be expected to focus, or else: not to focus on anything but the blissful warmth of Steve’s body against him like it belongs, because it belongs, and—
“Wait,” Steve’s nose scrunches, fucking delicious but he’s very close, and he’s reading over Eddie’s shoulder and…okay, okay, this was part of the plan, he just didn’t expect it so fast, or maybe he just didn’t expect the way his mouth’s all dry and his throat’s all tight, and his heart’s beating so goddamn hard but none of it’s like it’s nerves exactly, or maybe not mostly nerves, because mostly it’s just Steve, being near, and something like…excitement, but still:
Still: some of it’s nerves.
“This one’s wrong, babe,” Steve points to one of the verticals feeding down into the number they’re working on: Eddie hadn’t asked about it, and Steve’s frowning maybe for that reason first, before he notices…it’s not even close.
Because none of these were really supposed to match the clues; that wasn’t the point.
And Eddie watches, while Steve reads the other lines that feed into the not-four-letters he had asked after, the actually-seven-letters he’d asked Steve to give to him with a very specific clue, and Eddie’s breath catches when Steve turns to him, eyes big and swimming with questions as he exhales so so soft:
“Eddie?”
Because Eddie’d filled in some of the word, with the wrong-other-words.
It’s…not hard to guess when you see it:
_ U _ B A _ D
And Steve’s breath catches too, then, because, well: with Eddie’s clue, it’s kinda…it’s kinda really easy:
Thing I want to be for you every single moment always, past the day I fucking die.
Steve’s lips part, and his eyes get shiny, shimmery, and Eddie swallows, grabs Steve’s hand and moves the edge of a plate that’s been hiding a ring, breathes in the little gasp Steve give when he sees it like nectar to the gods but sweet, more life-giving than even that, and Eddie trembles a little as he holds it out and meets Steve’s gaze: the tears as slow to fall down Steve’s cheeks, and Eddie knows his are no better, and he means to ask immediately but…Steve is so fucking beautiful, and Eddie’s just a man, y’know?
He cannot help but to stare, and savor, and soak in this moment and this image, to etch it in his memory and call it perfection, and marvel at how it’s been his all this time but then…how Steve’s glowing and his lips are quirked the slightest bit and he’s, he’s…
Eddie opens his mouth to ask, he really does, but Steve’s letting go of his hand and reaching to frame Eddie’s face, and then he’s pulling Eddie to him, practiced and sure and Eddie leans because he knows exactly where he fits, always, and, like, maybe the question’s not even necessary.
Maybe Steve's lips are an answer in themselves.
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unclewaynemunson · 6 months
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The edancy siblings saga continues! | AO3 link
So, in case it hasn't been made absolutely clear yet: Eddie is not a stalker. He is not stalking Karen and Nancy Wheeler. That is not what's happening here. Seriously. They just... appear wherever he goes, lately. Like on the other side of a window when he's in town with Jeff, headed to the record store to spend their Saturday morning listening to the newly released Motörhead album.
It happens before he really knows what he's doing. He can't even help it, he's just like that sometimes: he'll panic and make dumb decisions as a consequence. It's not even a real decision, this time; blame it on his poor impulse control. He's nothing but an unwilling participant in this situation.
'Eddie, no,' Jeff quietly protests.
Eddie, yes, Eddie's brain loudly counters.
'We're having brunch here whether you want it or not,' he blurts out while pressing the menu in Jeff's hand.
He doesn't think he has ever had brunch in his life – unless having a coffee and a cigarette with Wayne at 12pm on a Saturday counts.
But here he is, about to have brunch in some fancy way-too-expensive looking cafe because he saw a mother and her daughter through a window and his own feet decided to disconnect from his brain and take matters into their own hands. Or rather into their own feet. Or, well, not their feet, his feet don't have feet, that'd be weird as fuck.
Anyway. Apparently he and Jeff are about to have brunch together, with Karen and Nancy Wheeler perfectly lined up in Eddie's vision.
It's a place where neither Eddie nor Jeff would want to be found dead under any normal circumstances. The interior consists of various shades of pink and beige, there are plastic flowers and pink napkins on every table, and the menu on the wall is written in letters so curly that they're barely even readable. The whole place is filled with people from places like Loch Nora and Maple Street, wearing expensive clothes and with even more expensive handbags on the floor next to their chairs. A group of giggling girls that Eddie recognizes as sophomore cheerleaders is sitting in one corner, an old lady with a bunch of blonde nieces or grandchildren in another one, and spread out across the room are countless couples that are all made up of women looking like they just walked out of a copy machine matched with equally bland and bored looking men in button-up shirts. And, among those people, right behind Jeff's shoulder, the woman and the girl who Eddie is very much not stalking.
'What the hell are we doing here, man?' Jeff hisses under his breath. Eddie doesn't quite know who, between the two of them, looks more out of place in here: the trailer park metalhead or the black nerd in the Star Wars shirt.
'Having brunch,' Eddie states, like it's not only obvious but also a perfectly normal thing for them to do. He's not really looking at Jeff, but rather staring right over his friend's shoulder. He tries to imagine himself somewhere at that table; it conjures a truly laughable image in his head.
Jeff is right: what the hell is he doing here? He keeps finding himself on the fringe of a life that will never be his anyway.
'Eddie?'
It sounds worried; Eddie rapidly blinks a few times to get himself back to earth, back to his own table. The one he's sharing with Jeff, who looks at him like he's afraid that Eddie will tell him he has some incurable illness and will die a tragic death within weeks.
'You wanna tell me what's going on?'
But before Eddie can even begin to answer that, they're interrupted by a woman in a pink apron who looks at them from behind her glasses like she's ready to call the cops on them.
'Would you boys like to order something?' she asks in a tone that doesn't conceal very well how desperately she wants the answer to be no.
'Just a coffee, please, ma'am,' Jeff says, at the exact same time Eddie tells her they'll both have 'The brunch special, please, with extra scrambled eggs and bacon.'
He can barely suppress a yelp when Jeff kicks him underneath the table.
The waitress shoots an annoyed, yet slightly helpless, look back and forth between the two boys.
Eddie gives Jeff a pigheaded glance and repeats his order with emphasis.
'What the hell is this all about?' Jeff hisses at him as soon as the waitress has her back turned to them. 'I know you don't have the money for that, I'm not gonna pay for this huge fucking breakfast, dude!'
Eddie widens his eyes while pushing his lower lip forward, causing Jeff to give him another painful kick against his shin – but also to sigh with his head in his hands, which Eddie immediately recognizes as the ultimate sign of defeat.
'Okay, then. But only if you tell me why the hell we're here.'
Almost subconsciously, Eddie brings his hand up to his mouth and starts gnawing at his already chewed-off fingernails. His curls have finally reached shoulder-length, and he likes the way he can hide behind his hair now.
The thing is, he has never talked about this with anyone ever before. He doesn't know if he can. It's not even like he believes he owes Karen Wheeler any of her secrets; of course he doesn't. He simply feels like it's too big to talk about. He cannot foresee the consequences of letting the truth out. Right now, it's just this thing constantly simmering right beneath the surface of his brain; if he actually talks about it with someone, it will undoubtedly become much, much more than that. It'll become something real – something ugly.
Apparently, Jeff catches him staring, because he turns around in his seat to look over his shoulder.
When he whips his head back, his eyes are wide and his mouth is slightly agape.
'Dude,' he says, slowly. 'You can only deny it so many times; you do have a crush on Nancy Wheeler!'
Eddie groans and buries his head in his hands.
'Oh my God, please never say that ever again.'
'Holy fuck.' Something resembling malicious glee is coloring Jeff's voice. 'You totally–'
'I said,' Eddie emphatically hisses at him between clenched teeth, 'never say that again.'
'Dude, you should totally ask her out! I'd give you a two percent chance she says yes, but if the gods are willing to grant us that miracle, it'll give me a chance to get closer to Barbara! You should–'
Eddie can't take it any more, not one word of this. He has to put a stop to this right now.
'Remember how I told you I never knew who my mother is?' he blurts out, the words stringing together too fast and his voice slightly too high.
Jeff's face instantly changes into one big question mark.
'Look at her – at Nancy,' Eddie tells him in a hushed voice. 'And at Mrs. Wheeler.'
Jeff dares another glance over his shoulder. Nancy and her mother don't seem to notice a thing about the two metalheads three tables away from them. They're caught up in what looks like a nice and easygoing conversation, full of smiles while they're sipping from large glasses filled with ginger tea.
'Now look at me.'
Jeff looks at Eddie for a full five seconds, neither of them saying a word.
'Dude...' Jeff finally all but whispers. 'Are you saying what I think you're saying?'
Before Eddie can even do so much as nod, the waitress appears out of thin air next to them and ungracefully dumps two huge plates filled with a whole arrangement of breakfast foods on their table.
'Nooooo,' is all Jeff says after the waitress has disappeared, his voice dropped down to a conspiring whispering volume. He stretches out the single syllable into eternity. 'No way. Mrs. Wheeler?! How the fuck is that even possible? Are you, like, sure about it?'
Eddie nods. 'Wayne told me,' he confesses. 'Back when my dad got locked up and I came to live with him. He was the only one who knew. Thought he owed it to me to tell me the truth.'
'Jesus Christ,' Jeff says in-between two huge bites from a croissant that's crumbling all over his lap.
'I know, right,' Eddie murmurs.
'So are we like... Watching them?' he asks with a raised brow. 'You do this often?'
'No, man!' Eddie quickly ensures him. 'Not, like, actively, at least,' he adds, feeling a bit embarrassed. He shoves some more eggs into his mouth to buy himself some more time.
'I dunno why I seem to enjoy hurting myself so much,' he finally explains when his mouth is empty again. 'Whenever I see any of 'em, I just... Can't seem to look away. And I can't help but wonder what it would've been like if she'd made another decision eighteen years ago. I know it's ridiculous, because if she had, Ted Wheeler would never have married her, so those three kids wouldn't even have existed, and it would've been me and her against the world or some bullshit.' He sighs again. 'I know it doesn't make any fucking sense. I'm dwelling on things that aren't even real.'
When he looks up from his toast, he sees Jeff giving him this look that kinda makes him regret sharing anything. He doesn't want to be pitied, for fuck's sake.
'Nah, I get it more than you think, man,' Jeff says quietly. 'I always think about what it would be like if my dad was still here, y'know. It's not just the big moments, when people tell me he'd be proud of me or some shit like that. It's especially in the little moments. The everyday kinda shit. I wonder if he'd have shared music with me, if he'd read the same books as I do, if he'd ever help my mom go grocery shopping, what it would be like if he helped me with my homework... It's only natural that you do that, I think. Maybe we all do it, to a certain extent; rewrite history a little bit in our heads.' He gives Eddie a tight, sad smile.
'It's probably even worse for you,' he continues. 'I only see my dad in pictures and I still miss him like hell every single day. But at least I still have my mom to tell the coolest stories about him. I have a grave where I get to mourn him properly. We have all those made-up rituals to commemorate him together. But you – you got none of that. You only got questions that got answered with more questions. And you get to see your mother and your siblings walk around town all the time, knowing that they have no clue who you are.'
Eddie keeps his gaze focused on the crumbs on the table to prevent himself from showing any emotions he doesn't want to show. Damn, what would he be without Jeff and his boundless amounts of wisdom?
'Wait, does she know?' Jeff suddenly asks.
When Eddie looks up, he sees a frown on Jeff's face, like he's worried about something.
'I don't think so,' he answers. 'I ran into her at Melvald's once. Tried to talk to her, just to see what'd happen. Made a complete fool of myself, of course. It was embarrassing as shit, but at least I can be pretty sure she thought I was just some random lunatic.' He sighs. 'But I'll never be entirely sure.'
Three tables over, the Wheeler ladies have finished their tea and are getting up from their seats.
'You're right, it was stupid going here,' Eddie mumbles.
'It's okay, man,' Jeff says, still in that soft voice filled with understanding. 'The food's pretty amazing. We still got plenty of time to go to the record store when we're done with this. Speaking of which... I bet you fifteen dollars to buy Another perfect day that you can't finish your plate before me.'
Eddie stares at him blankly. 'I don't have fifteen dollars.'
Jeff's face breaks out in a wicked grin. 'Well, in that case you better buckle up and finish your eggs real soon, Munson.'
It doesn't entirely take Eddie's mind off the Wheelers, but he appreciates the gesture so he grins and starts viciously attacking a bunch of sausages. And when he spares a glance towards the bar to see the horrified look on the waitress' face, he finds himself unable to hold in his laughter.
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i think where u and aemiron's csa theories flop at times is that. well. we have no proof henry has sexual intent.
yes, the vines and billy's lines and so on yada yada can be easily interpreted as CSA-coding - even the GA picks up on that. yes, i literally believe so much that the vines, will talking abt the MF in 2x04 and the entire possession thing is easily a metaphor for rape and CSA (i mean on character tropes it says will's possession was mind rape but who knows if character tropes is canon).
however the thing is, we have NO clue if henry is an actual pedophile. there's no textual evidence that he's sexually attracted to will or any child and thats why he did those things. the entire upside-down CSA thing is literally just a metaphor because, as far as we know, NONE of those actions had sexual intent, and the entire point of rape is quite literally, unfortunately; sexual intent.
(and even then the metaphor isn't even canon unless an ST writer etc says so. literally nothing the fandom theorizes is canon because its all a theory)
it's a common coding thing in film. they'll add metaphors that they never actually put into the explicit text so it just stays that way. for example, in wednesday, a character's in-ability to transform into a werewolf and become part of a wolf pack could be seen as a metaphor for being queer. this doesn't ACTUALLY mean the character is queer, unfortunately (personally i doubt that but nothing is canon yet) - but they use metaphors to portray that experience in their fictional world.
so while SA-coding is associated with henry and the upside down, this doesnt LITERALLY mean henry's a pedophile (because again we've literally never been shown his sexual attraction to children)
"There's no sexual intent"
How...How blunt do I have to be about this? Anon...He...There were babies involved. The entire slug thing in general (Barb included) is quite literally sexual reproduction. You can't say there's no sexual intent when there's sexual reproduction involved, anon. Like...please enlighten me on how I can possibly make that clearer. Do I have to be vulgar about it to make it click? Because I'd really rather not be.
All this without mentioning the fact that nearly every person he's targeted, lured, or said goosebump-worthy (/neg) lines to has been a teenager or younger. He's Vecna, Mindflayer, and Demogorgon. We have to look at all the seasons. Here, let's make a list of his victims and their age groups together:
Will: Preteen and teen.
El: Teen.
Nancy: Teen.
Max: Teen.
Fred: Teen.
Chrissy: Teen.
Patrick: Teen.
Barb: Teen.
Billy: Teen (but not a minor).
Heather: Teen.
Holly in S1: Child.
That's one hell of a track record lmao. The only outliers are Joyce in S1 (she's only targeted because she's connected to Will) and the Flayed (which were kind of a mixed bag since they were only there to become the Fleshflayer).
So, not a single one of the primary targets are over 20 years old...but most of them are teens. So you're right, I guess. He's not a pedophile.
He's closer to the definition of an ephebophile (with a thing for redheads).
Also, this isn't Wednesday. This isn't even in the same ballpark as Wednesday. Stranger Things is an adult supernatural horror series. It was supposed to be named Montauk for heaven's sake, as in the MKULTRA subset known for...what, exactly?
You guessed it: raping and otherwise abusing boys to break them and turn them into mindless super-soldiers.
I...don't know how much plainer I can make it without it becoming tasteless. The tentacle and the Mindflayer's possession are not a metaphors for rape. They're literal rape. The metaphor is the combination of Henry and the Shadow Monster re: cycles of abuse and the way forced conformity and weaponized trauma allow cycles of abuse to be perpetuated.
If you don't want to see what's on the screen in front of you, for whatever reason, that's totally fine. It's no skin off my nose. But don't come in here telling me my analyses flop when I incorporate the things you choose not to perceive.
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the way billy would've fit in with any of the groups in s4. yes i am going to speak about this. (this got long)
cali group: billy in his natural habitat would've been absolutely amazing. the trio smoking weed together?? billy being extra dramatic and sassy when he's high. if they're high enough, those boys will commit minor felonies together! argyle always supports his boys when they're screaming about their broken love lives (jonathan crying about nancy and billy being a sad little gay). billy would be screaming so dramatically while hauling that dead dude into the van and then complaining about how his clothes got all bloody the next second. he'd be cheering argyle on as he drives while the others all scream in terror in the back, trying to stop the bleeding. billy would adore the shit out of will, another gay. they'd bond over how shitty boys are and how they have no options but at least in cali, there are more willing boys. billy would always tell will to forget about mike and jonathan would agree very loudly. billy definitely would've absolutely non stop GLARED at mike after will confessed and mike didn't catch the hint. him and el would've been amazing together because they can bond over their abusive dads and pretty moms. el and will go to billy (the cooler big brother, sorry jon) to rant about mike. billy would terrorize the shit out of angela and her stupid friends for even thinking of messing with el.
hawkins gang: no offence but the hawkins older teens gang are all the same people in different fonts. sure nancy and robin were badasses that one episode but they're good girls at heart. steve is also a good guy at heart. so is eddie but in a drug dealing dork way. billy would've been a great addition with his loud personality and being a takes-no-bullshit kind of guy. he would insult each of them (him and robin roast each other) but be a lot of help. physically, he's probably the strongest and he'd be great at thinking up quick escape plans.
robin and billy would've been an unstoppable queer duo who are also potty mouths and anxious kids with obvious tells (shaking and stuttering). nancy and billy would've constantly been at each other's throats and it would've been great comedy. billy definitely got in the way of steve and nancy flirting because gross. eddie and billy would've easily bonded about their similar taste in music. if he saw eddie perform metallica on the roof, that boy's clothes would've flew off so fast and he'd start twirling his hair all giggly. we could've finally seen more of steve and billy's homosexual flirting and fighting. they would be reluctant friends and billy would have so much trouble trying not to flirt with steve. robin would cough really loud when billy stares at steve all lovey dovey. harringrove would've been amazing in s4
hawkins gang (younger teens): billy and lucas would've become besties on the court. we could've seen him apologize to lucas and then offer to teach him basketball so he isn't always on the bench every game. billy always hypes lucas up when he is in a game. he takes him and max out for shakes after practice, and max starts to hate the fact that her boyfriend and her brother are friends. lucas definitely grows taller than billy and he has the absolute best time of his life making fun of billy, who threatens to stop giving lucas rides everywhere.
let's say vecna still targets max: billy would 100% stay with max and lucas at creel's house because no way in hell is he leaving his sister behind with a literal demon that could kill her. when jason arrives, he fights him instead of lucas so max survives. plus we know that max and billy's relationship was getting a lot better between end of s2 and start of s3 so if billy survived, those two would literally be evil chaotic siblings who torment everyone around them with a smile. lucas is very scared. erica would love billy because they're both sassy and take no bullshit from the people around them. billy would tease lucas whenever erica yells at him. dustin would probably reluctantly accept billy as part of the gang because everyone else accepts him.
russia gang: hopper, joyce, and murray (billy's a weird kid and murray likes weird) would immediately adopt billy. in this au, billy is probably with hopper in russia and then joyce and murray find them. hopper is the absolute sweetest with billy and he's very gentle with him because he sees how terrified billy is. he also misses his kid so he takes another one in. he explains to billy what the upside down is and what happened to him. they share a cell so when billy has nightmares about the mind flayer, hopper is always there for him. when he has nightmares about his dad, hopper hugs billy close and lets the poor boy cry. he sees red when billy tells him how his dad treats him all the time and swears to never let him go back to that man ever again. billy starts seeing hopper as his dad.
billy helps out in all of hopper's escape plans. when the russians make them line up in front of the demogorgan, billy starts hyperventilating but hopper and enzo reassure him that they'll be okay. they're like his overprotective dads because wtf why is a literal child here in this high tech russian prison. when joyce and murray show up, joyce is all motherly with him and she immediately starts bundling him up in layers. she doesn't let him do any fighting. she makes him stick with her and when he argues that he can help, the other adults also agree that he needs to rest. if billy was in this gang in s4, he could've also healed as a person and become better because now he knows what love is. like hopper and joyce tell him all the time, love doesn't hurt his body or his feelings. billy ends up getting adopted by hopper and joyce and murray is like his crazy uncle.
the duffers were too much of cowards to do this!!!! billy would've been unstoppable
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Chapter 8: Strong Connections
Raining Hellfire: Season One | Season Two
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Raining Hellfire: Season Two
Word Count: 4080 words
Warnings: swearing, visions, mentions of death, mentions of blood, memory of alcoholic uncle, kind of fluff with steve?
[A/N: okay so these are slowly decreasing in quality but there's just a lot that happens at the end of st2 and I'm trying my best to include that all.]
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Strong Connections
“Who’s there?”
You hear Jonathan’s voice call out as you trudged through long grass. You sent a quick glance to the others before running out into the open.
“Y/n?” Jonathan said, relief in his voice as he runs to you, pulling you into a hug.
You cherished the moment until your shoulder gave you a wake up call, making you hiss out in pain. Jonathan quickly steps back before noticing the bandage.
“How the hell do you always manage to wound yourself?” He asks with a half-hearted smile, a hint of worry in his eyes while he points accusingly at your shoulder.
“Oh that?” You shrug, wincing again. “Barely a scratch.”
“Definitely more than a scratch.” Steve comments as he steps through the clearing. He notices Nancy stood awfully close to Jonathan and his body tensed.
“Steve?” They both react with surprise, glancing between you both. Nancy raised her eyebrows as soon as the others filed in.
“Don’t ask.” You shake your head as Dustin runs up next you.
“What are you doing here?” Nancy asks, looking as if she had a million questions despite your request.
“What are you doing here?” Steve says, exasperated. You couldn’t help feel a little bad for him in this moment. Nancy and Jonathan seemed closer than before; you just couldn’t explain why.
“We’re looking for Mike and Will.” She states, stepping closer to him.
“They’re not in there, are they?” Dustin nods towards the lab. You turn your head to the building, a trail of goosebumps leading down your skin just looking at it.
“We’re not sure.”
“Why?” Jonathan’s eyebrows furrow, looking to you for answers.
You open your mouth to explain when a loud screech echoes across the field. You freeze at the sound.
“What the hell was that?” Jonathan looks sick, frantically glancing back at the divider to the gate, willing it to open.
“Dustin’s new dog.” You respond, earning a glare from the young boy next to you.
“What?” Nancy turns back to Steve, practically ignoring your existence at this point.
You take another glance between her and Jonathan, searching past the quick gazes and lack of personal space. One view of Jonathan’s hand twitching as Nancy brushes past him makes your eyes widen with realisation. You know exactly what happened.
Subconsciously, you shifted your eyes to Nancy who paused to look at you in confusion before returning to her argument with Steve. You just shook your head. You thought you knew Nancy better than that.
The argument continues and you decide to step away, walking towards the fence while trying to subdue the pain shooting through your shoulder. You glance at the lab just in time to see it light up.
“The power’s back.” Nancy announces, causing everyone to immediately run over to see if they can open the gates. Everyone except you.
When they have no such luck, Dustin profusely swears, unable to resist slamming his hand down on the button multiple times until something happened. And, to everyone’s surprise, it worked.
The gates slowly but surely began to open and Jonathan wasted no time in lunging towards his car.
You lowered yourself onto the grass, a strange sensation flooding your body.
“Okay, okay.” Jonathan mutters, rushing to the driver’s seat and starting the car in a quick manner.
To Steve’s surprise, Nancy immediately followed suit, sliding into the passenger side before anyone could even blink.
“Stay with the kids.” She calls to Steve as they drive through the gate, leaving no room for objections.
“Do I look like a fucking babysitter?” He yells, hands on hips, while watching the car get smaller and smaller. He glances at the three children staring at him. “Where’s Y/n?”
Turning around, he finds you sitting on the grass and staring out at a lab. He raises his eyebrow, calling out to you. But you don’t move.
He strides over to you and as he closes the distance, he sees that your eyes are closed. He’s not sure if it’s his imagination, or just the lack of light, but he swore he could see your eyes moving rhythmically from left to right, shaping against your eyelids.
“Y/n?” He tries again, reaching out to you. With how close he was, he was sure you’d react.
Yet, you still can’t hear him.
Flashes of images burn into your brain, stringing together something you wish you couldn’t see.
Bob stood in a corridor in front of double doors, looking out with a smile.
Your view is at a low angle, situated seemingly in the corner of the room.
You sense others around you but your mind is telling you to creep closer.
A snarl lunges you into a pounce, taking Bob by surprise.
Hearing Joyce’s screams, only ever seeing Bob’s terrified face.
There’s blood everywhere, an insatiable hunger.
And then… it all goes cold.
You scream out, body shaking. Steve suddenly appears in front of you, hand hovering over your wound. He thinks your cry is caused by the pain in your shoulder.
“We need to get you help, fast.” Steve says, frowning while looking completely helpless. He wants to help you, he just doesn’t know how.
“He’s dead.” You whisper, deathly quiet. A tear rolls down your cheek.
Steve stills his movements, searching your eyes. “What- who… who’s dead?”
Car tyres screech past, catching your attention. One set of wheels halts outside the gates, making you squint against the headlights.
The sight of Hopper leaning out of his truck brings you to your feet, Steve right behind you as you rush over to the vehicle.
“Get in!” He yells just as an ear-piercing roar echoes from the large building in the distance.
You didn’t have to be told twice.
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When Hopper had announced that Bob had died, your heart dropped five feet below. It wasn’t just a hallucination.
It seemed like the further you delved into the mysteries behind Hawkins, the more you gathered information you couldn’t explain. The more you gathered questions. The more you gathered deaths.
The Byers’ home was in a mournful silence. The only sound came from Hopper as he tried to get any reinforcements that would be willing to help. The party sat solemnly around the table, unsure what to say, while Nancy comforted Jonathan as he crouched next to his unconscious brother.
You didn’t miss Steve’s relentless pacing, his eyes stinging from the sight of someone in pain, someone he once saw as an enemy.
Joyce had asked to be alone without so much as speaking, disappearing to her room in silence. You could imagine how she must be feeling; to see someone you love die right in front of you was something you hoped never to experience again.
You sat in the corner, back against the wall while silent tears ran down your face. The images you saw, it felt like you were really there. You felt the hunger, the violence. You didn’t know why this was happening to you.
You needed someone to hold you, to tell you that you weren’t crazy. Someone to tell you that they cared. But you didn’t want it to be just anyone. You wanted it to be Eddie.
“Did you guys know that Bob was the original founder of Hawkins AV?” Mike broke the silence and you snap your head towards him. You hadn’t even noticed him walk past you to the room you lean by.
“Really?” Lucas asks quietly.
“He petitioned the school to start it and everything.” Mike continued, turning back to you all. “Then he had a fundraiser for equipment. Mr Clarke learned everything from him. Pretty awesome, right?”
He moves back to the table as another tear rolls down your cheek. You knew, you just knew, that Bob wouldn’t be the last to suffer. He didn’t deserve any of this, just like Barb. Two people from your life were gone. And you achieved nothing in stopping it from happening. Part of you felt like the cause.
“We can’t let him die in vain.” Mike states and you silently nod.
“What do you want to do, Mike?” Dustin questions, completely defeated, “The Chief’s right on this. We can’t stop those demo-dogs on our own.”
“Demo-dogs?” Max raises her eyebrow.
“Demogorgon. Dogs. Demo-dogs.” Dustin says as if it’s the most self-explanatory thing ever. At least you had a name for them now. “It’s like a compound. It’s like a play on words-”
“Okay.” Max agrees, wanting him to stop explaining.
Dustin sighs and you feel bad for him. You drift your eyes to Steve who seemed to have already been staring at you, sharing the same look on your face.
“I mean,” Dustin tries to continue the conversation, “When it was just Dart, maybe… And even that took me and Y/n to even trap him.”
“But there’s an army now.” Lucas added and you shuddered.
“His army.” Mike looked deep in thought and you tilted your head, almost sensing the cogs turning in his brain.
“What do you mean?” Steve asks, eyebrows furrowed.
“His army.” Mike repeated, looking up at everyone. “Maybe if we stop him, we can stop his army, too.”
You suddenly jump to your feet, catching onto Mike’s insinuation. Steve notices the sudden movement.
“Who’s army?” He shakes his head, not following along.
“The shadow.” You finally speak, everyone turning to you in surprise. Mike nods at you, running to Will’s room with you and the others close behind.
You all end up crowded around Will’s ominous drawing. You had instantly recognised the creature, even its surroundings. Will had drawn his vision, the exact same one that you had.
“Okay, so, the shadow monster’s inside everything.” Mike explains, answering your internal questions, “And if the vines feel something like pain, then so does Will.”
“And so does Dart.”
“Yeah. Like what Mr Clarke taught us.”
“The hive mind.” Mike says, Steve very confused yet again.
You have a sudden realisation. The shadow. The dust. Controlling Will. Controlling… you?
“And this is the thing that controls everything.” Mike points to the drawing in his hand, “It’s the brain.”
“Like the Mind Flayer.” Dustin realises.
“The what?” You, Max and Steve say simultaneously. Before you even opened your mouth, you regretted your question.
Dustin looks up at you both, eyes wide with a hint of a smirk.
“Why’s he making that face?” Steve asks you, slightly scared.
“Prepare to be educated.” You groan, pinching the bridge of your nose, “Welcome to the world of D&D.”
The familiar book is slammed onto the table, Dustin furiously flipping the pages until he found what he wanted. Everyone crowds around now, even Nancy and Jonathan have joined the D&D lecture.
“The Mind Flayer.” Dustin points to the illustration and you peer over his shoulder. The picture reminded you of reading through the handbook multiple times.
“What the hell is that?” Hopper asks, looking fed up before anything was even started.
“It’s a monster from an unknown dimension.” Dustin shares, “It’s so ancient, that it doesn’t even know its true home.”
“Oh.” You suddenly say, remembering, “That’s the thing with powerful psionic abilities. It enslaves races of other dimensions by taking over their brain or something like that. Mind control.”
You nod to yourself, happy to have scratched the itch in your brain. As you look around, your only response was to shrug off the confused expressions sent your way. You didn’t feel like sharing how you knew that information.
Unlike everyone else, Dustin just smiled up at you.
“Oh my god, none of this is real. This is a kids’ game.” Hopper complained. Usually, you’d agree. But after what you learned about Demogorgons and Shadow Realms…
“No, it’s a manual.” Dustin said, clearly offended, “And it’s not for kids. And unless you know something that we don’t, this is the best metaphor-”
“Analogy.” Lucas interrupted and you planted your hand on your forehead. This was going to be a long night.
“An analogy? That’s what you’re worried about? Fine. An analogy for understanding whatever the hell this is.”
Nancy shook her head, leaning forward and trying to get back on track, “Okay, so this mind flamer thing-”
“Mind Flayer.” You and Dustin correct.
“What does it want?” Nancy sighs.
“To conquer us, basically. It believes it’s the master race.”
“Like the, uh, Germans.” Steve asks, sure of his depiction. You hit him around the head. “Hey!”
“Nazis, hair-head.” You scoff.
“Who, the last time I checked, were German!” He tried, looking at you in exasperation.
“That’s not-” You start but Dustin silences you by holding his hand up.
“If the Nazis were from another dimension, totally.” He diffuses the situation, slowly placing himself between you and Steve, just in case. “Uh, it views other races, like us, as inferior to itself.”
“It wants to spread, take over other dimensions.” Mike joins.
“We are talking about the destruction of our world as we know it.” Lucas stresses, Max rolling her eyes at the dramatics.
“That’s great.” Steve throws his hands up, panicking, “That’s great. That’s really great. Jesus.”
“No, I’m pretty sure Jesus wanted peace.” You smirk, practically seeing fumes of smoke blow out of his ears.
“I-” He closes his mouth quickly. Instead, he sends you an irritated look and walks away from the table, calming himself down.
“Okay, so if this thing is like a brain that’s controlling everything,” Nancy tries to make sense of the situation, taking the book into her arms, “Then if we kill it…”
“We kill everything it controls.” Mike confirms, nodding at his sister.
“What if it controls people?” You think out loud and everyone slowly turns to Will still laying on the couch.
But you weren’t just talking about Will.
Leaving the others to figure out a plan to save Will, knowing you couldn’t help, you disappear to another room. Steve eventually finds you leant against a wall, spinning the bat in your hand.
“So…” He crosses his arms, resting against the table, “You’re a D&D player?”
“Not in the slightest.” You shake your head, smiling.
“How do you know about this stuff then?”
“The kids.” You say.
He nods, turning his head to the Party currently discussing a way to help their friend.
“Eddie.” You add with a smaller voice and Steve slowly turns back to you, “He loves it. I, uh, wanted to surprise him. I kinda just started reading through the manual, trying to retain anything about the game. He… he always talked about getting me to join his club…”
“Y/n…” Steve steps towards you. But you aren’t ready to let him in just yet.
“What if we can’t kill it?” You abruptly change the conversation, looking up at him.
“We will.” He says, determined. He’s closer to you now, his height straining your neck to meet his eyes.
“I don’t think it’s that easy.”
Hopper calls out into the house, announcing that they have a plan.
There’s no time to waste now, not with trivial questions or aching hearts. So, you all get to work.
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With the shed turned into an investigation room, you were left in the house with the others, waiting in an unbearable silence. If anything went wrong, the Mind Flayer would figure out your plan before you could even stop it. The thought kept everyone on edge.
You couldn't stop thinking about Will. It felt wrong, to use him to find out how to kill the monster currently possessing him.
Steve starts swinging his bat around, muttering nonsense as he enters the room you impatiently sat in. You chuckle at the sight.
“Something amusing you?” Steve turned his head, resting his arm.
“No.” You shrug, smirking to yourself. “You done killing ghosts? Or was it the invisible boogeyman?”
“Do you always find time to be this sarcastic?” He raised his brow, crossing his arms while trying to fight off a grin.
“Only for you.” You joke and he finally laughs.
You shake your head and as you do, you catch a glimpse of Nancy staring at you both before quickly averting her gaze.
“You okay?” Steve asks you, snapping your attention back to him. He leant against the table, eyebrows scrunched in concern.
“It’s fine, Harrington. Barely hurts.” You motion to your shoulder, offering a comforting smile.
“Good. But, uh, that’s not what I meant.”
The way he was looking at you meant that he wasn’t just talking about a specific thing.
“I… uh, no.” You finally stutter, shifting in your seat. “But there are more important things to deal with right now.”
“I understand that, I do.” Steve leans forward and you feel goosebumps trail along your skin. “I just… I don’t want you to keep carrying other people’s burdens, you know? You’re already-”
He was cut off from a sudden plunge into darkness for a split second. Then, the lights continue to flicker. You immediately stand, fear flooding your senses.
Max was the first to notice your panic attack. She practically sprinted to you, leading you to a wall to rest yourself on as she grasped your hand tightly. Steve clocked onto your sister’s actions and grabbed his bat, shielding you both.
“Breathe.” She soothed, over and over. You started regaining control again, exhaling in and out at a shaky but steady pace.
The lights finally stop flickering. Steve crouches next to you, sighing relief, and he lowers the bat.
“You’re safe.” He whispers so only you can hear. But the shaking feeling hadn’t left your body.
The front door suddenly swings open and everyone jumps to their feet, heartbeats racing. Hopper quickly appeared around the corner.
“Jesus.” Steve muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair.
He heads straight to the table, explaining something that happened. Once you join the conversation, Hopper’s eyes turn to you, an idea striking his mind.
“Hey kid.” He grabs your attention, smiling softly, “You remember Morse Code?”
Everyone looks to you, questions dancing through their minds. Your uncle had been done for drunk driving once, only a minor fault but he needed to stay overnight in the jail. Since he was your only guardian, Hopper looked after you that night, occupying the time by teaching you Morse Code. You were a quick learner.
“How could I forget?” You smile back, grabbing a pencil and slipping into the chair, ready.
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“Hey, kid.” Hopper pats your head and you look up at him, smiling.
“Hey, Hop.” You laugh as he shakes his head, sitting on the bench next to you. He was opposed to the nickname the first time you had called him by it. But now, he didn’t mind.
“So…” He cleared his throat. “Your uncle is gonna have to stay the night.”
“I figured.” You shrugged. The accident was barely even considered one; your uncle had drunk-driven onto someone’s lawn, scaring the woman that lived there. He hadn’t hurt anyone but it was still an offence regardless.
“Got anyone you can stay with?” He nudged your shoulder and you just shrugged.
“The Wheelers are on holiday.” You simply reply and he sighed, rubbing his forehead as he tried to find a solution.
“Well I can’t have you stay home by-”
“But I’m 15-” You argue and he holds his hand up.
“No, kid. I know you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself, but this is the law.”
You groaned, slouching against the wall that separated you from your uncle’s interrogation.
“Where am I meant to stay?” You look at him, already slightly irritated.
Your uncle could have called you. He knew that you had learnt how to drive. He could have avoided this whole mess and you’d be able to sleep in your own bed.
Hopper paused for a moment, clasping his hands together as he leans forward. “Look, I got a spare bed in the back that you can have. I’m working ‘til the morning anyway so one of us should get some sleep.”
“Stay here?” You raise your eyebrow, looking around. Spending the night at a police station was something you’d been trying to avoid for over a year now.
“It’s not so bad. The bed even has a functional mattress.” He waggled his eyebrows and you laughed. “Come on, I’ll show you to it and I can get started on this paperwork.”
“But I’m not tired.” You scrunch your brows. He looks to his watch and sees that it’s gonna be a few hours before anyone is even remotely tired.
“Hey.” He raised an eyebrow at you, scrunching his face so his moustache almost hid his lips. “How are you at Morse Code?”
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By the time you had gathered as many letters as you could, the paper in front of you read ‘CLOSE GATE’.
“Close gate.” Everyone repeats just before the phone rings, scaring you with its shrill sound.
Dustin sprints out of his chair, stumbling to hang up the phone as quickly as he could. Everyone sighs in the silence. You slowly stood up as another chill travelled down your spine.
When the phone rings again, Nancy hastily takes it off the wall and smashes it, breathing heavily.
“Do you think he heard that?” Max asks with a small voice, looking at you.
“I think so.” You reply, walking toward the window as the pit in your stomach grew bigger and bigger.
“It’s just a phone. It could be anywhere.” Steve tried to justify, eyes following you, “Right?”
As soon as the words left his mouth, your eyes slammed shut and your mind plastered images of tunnels. It felt like you were travelling at full speed before it suddenly stopped. One last image, leaving goosebumps on your skin. The Byers’ house.
“It knows where we are.” You breathed, opening your eyes to see Steve already at your side, hand on your shoulder as he stared out of the window.
A loud screech sounded from outside and everyone crowded together.
“That’s not good.” Dustin commented, shaking his head. Max had found her way to you, grabbing your hand and holding onto it like it would be her last time.
“Hey! Hey, get away from the windows!”
Hopper entered the room with two shotguns, gesturing for the Party currently occupying the window space to get behind him.
“Do you know how to use this?” Hopper held out the second gun to Jonathan who just stared at him, confused and slightly terrified. “Can you use this?”
“I can.” Nancy stepped forward, taking the gun and turning herself to aim towards the window.
Steve swung his bat into his hands, scooping the other from the floor and tossing it to you. You caught it effortlessly, dropping Max’s hand and gently moving her behind you.
Everyone was armed one way or another now, prepared for a fight. The noises outside were clear. You tuned in to their movements, the chittering; they were communicating.
S u r r o u n d
A t t a c k
You stumbled from the sudden urge to run outside, fighting it off as best as you could without drawing anyone else’s attention. You noticed Steve move closer to you.
“Where are they?” Max panicked behind you.
A loud, thundering noise spun you all to the front door.
“What are they doing?” Nancy’s breath was shaky despite the steady hands holding the shotgun.
Another thud and you all span back to the window. It felt like you were outnumbered. You may be able to take some of them, but all of them? You would need a miracle.
The noises suddenly morphed into a series of screeches and you tilted your head.
R u n
Fear entered your system. You couldn’t imagine what would be able to scare demo-dogs, the Mind Flayer, away from attack.
A demo-dog suddenly smashes through the window and everybody screams. Max jumped toward you, practically hugging you from behind as she buried her face into your jacket.
You gripped the bat tighter, ready to swing. But the creature wasn’t moving.
“Holy shit.” Dustin breathed, eyes wide.
“Is it dead?” Max peered out, moving closer to Lucas.
A creak from the porch turned everyone around again. It was a cruel game that the universe was playing on you all.
The locks start to move, allowing whatever was on the other side access. Your mind trailed back to the figure in your visions, its long arm reaching out, haunting you.
You watched as the door knob slowly turned, holding your breath. Without a thought, you stepped in front of everyone. Nancy shuffled to join you, sending you a nod as she raised her gun.
The door opens and the silhouette walks through. As they approach, it becomes clearer. A smile spreads across your face.
Eleven was back.
Chapter 9: Stuck On The Bench ->
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Rejected Stancy Meet-Cute
The first thing Steve loved about Nancy Wheeler was how much she didn’t care who he was. While other girls fell at his feet, eager to date The Steve Harrington, The Hair,  The King, Nancy very obviously cared nothing for his titles or his popularity. 
She was there at his first basketball game his sophomore year. Young and wide-eyed, clutching a clipboard to her chest and making notes. She caught Steve’s eye — the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had big blue eyes and long brown curls and she was wearing some long, frumpy skirt, standing out amidst the cheerleaders in the sidelines. 
Steve scored the game-winning shot, accepted a sweaty hug from Tommy and then made his way over to the pretty girl who looked so out of place here. 
“Congratulations,” she told him, looking shy. 
“Thanks,” he said. “This doesn’t seem like your usual crowd.”
The girl blushed. “I’m with the school newspaper.”
“Oh yeah? You have anything interesting to report?”
“That last play,” the girl said, sounding like she was testing out words that were new to her. “Where you missed the hoop but that other kid got it in.”
Steve grinned at her. “I didn’t miss. I passed the ball to Carver.”
The girl stared at him for a moment, chewing on her lip, before admitting, “I don’t understand.”
It sounded like a phrase she’d never said before in her life and Steve loved the little spark of defiance in her eyes, like she would fight him if he judged her.
“It’s called an alley-oop,” Steve said. “You pretend you’re aiming for the basket but really just let another player dunk it in.”
“But aren’t you co-captain?” the girl asked. “You must be pretty good. Why wouldn’t you just aim for the basket?”
“Aiming straight for the basket is easier for the other team to block because they’re expecting it,” Steve said, shrugging. “Plus, like you said, I’m co-captain. Carver’s a freshman. It’s good to have him get off the bench and score a basket, you know? For like, morale and shit.”
“So when you’re on the court, you’re thinking not just as a player but as a captain as well?” the girl asked. 
Steve nodded. 
“That’s smart of you,” the girl said. 
Steve grinned, flattered. “That means a lot coming from a freshman smart enough to make the school paper. What’s your name?”
“Nancy Wheeler,” Nancy said. 
“I’m Steve Harrington,” Steve said. 
“I know.”
Steve’s smile got wider. “Oh, you’ve heard of me?”
Nancy looked unimpressed. “I did my research to learn player names before the game.”
“Right,” Steve said, feeling a little off-balance. Most girls didn’t look unimpressed when talking to Steve. “We’re probably going to go celebrate our win now. It’ll be mostly basketball players and cheerleaders, but I could bring you if you like.”
Most girls jumped at the chance to get an invite to an exclusive party, but Nancy just gave him a polite smile, like he’d invited her to dinner with his uptight parents instead of a party with free booze. “I’m alright, thanks.”
“C’mon,” Steve said, grinning in a way he’d heard described as charming. “You could celebrate my game-winning shot with me.”
Nancy’s smile was amused and condescending at the same time as she pretended to check her clipboard. “Don’t you mean Carver’s game-winning shot?”
“I set it up,” Steve tried. 
Nancy nodded seriously. “It was a good alley-oop. But your initial shot was predictable and you never would have scored if it weren’t for Carver, so I think he gets credit for this one.”
Steve sputtered at her, this beautiful freshman nobody turning him down and teasing while she did it. Turning his own words against him like she didn’t care that he was Steve Harrington. 
“Don’t worry,” Nancy said, looking at his dumbfounded expression. “I’ll be sure to mention in the article what a good job of co-captaining you did.”
She smiled, disarmingly beautiful, before walking away. 
Tommy came up to Steve, throwing his arm around Steve’s shoulders and dragging him towards the showers. 
“Who was that girl?” he asked. 
“Nancy Wheeler,” Steve said. 
“She coming to the party?” Tommy asked, waggling his eyebrows. 
“No,” Steve said. “But she’s going to be my girlfriend.”
“That nerd is going on a date with you?” Tommy asked incredulously. 
Steve felt his cheeks heat. “Well, she hadn’t said yes yet.”
Tommy laughed. “Dude, you can do so much better than some freshman nerd.”
 “Yeah,” Steve said, glancing back over his shoulder as if he could catch another glimpse of Nancy. “I guess so.”
He didn’t get a yes that night. But Nancy came to several more games, always with a press clipboard clutched to her chest, and Steve explained the plays that she didn’t understand. He asked her out every time, but she always said no with a soft little smile that indicated she didn’t really mean it. 
It was the start of the next school year before Steve shared a class with Nancy. He walked into his literature class to find her already seated in the front row and walked right up to her. 
“Nancy Wheeler,” he said. 
“Basketball Informant,” she said. 
Steve hesitated by her desk. “Most people just call me Steve.”
Nancy laughed and gestured to the seat next to her. “Are you going to sit down?”
Steve did. “I usually sit near the back. Less of a chance of being called on.”
Nancy frowned, a cute little furrow forming between her eyebrows. “Why don’t you want to be called on?”
“I, uh, didn’t do the summer reading,” Steve admitted. Usually he could get that to come across as rebellious and charming, but Nancy just frowned. 
“I don’t care how much basketball you taught me, I’m not going to be your English class informant,” she said. 
“Well, shit,” Steve said. “What am I going to do? Now that I’m stuck already at the front and all?”
“Class hasn’t started,” Nancy pointed out. “You could still move to the back.”
“And miss a chance to sit next to The Nancy Wheeler, Reporter Extraordinaire?” Steve asked. He shook his head sadly. “Absolutely not. I guess I’m going to have to read the stupid book.”
“You’re going to do the summer reading for me?” Nancy asked, looking shocked. 
“If that’s what it takes,” Steve said. He gave her a sheepish smile. “What was the summer reading book, by the way?”
Nancy gasped. She tried to look shocked, but Steve could see the smile peeking around the edges of the faux-outrages. “You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.”
“And you are beautiful, Nancy Wheeler,” Steve said. He dug a pencil out of his backpack and poised it over his notebook. “So, tell me. What book am I reading for you?”
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In The Woods Somewhere
(Byler/Miwi horror, tw: werewolf/horror/gore/animal death, Ginger Snaps coded)
There is a woman lying injured on the ground just outside her house. She is bleeding out from a nasty gash scratched up along her arm, cut elbow to wrist. Her only blessing is that she isn't alone on this dark and dreadful night with the full moon high in the sky.
"911 here. What's your emergency?" The operator is professional and direct. The type of calm needed for the dire situation.
"M-My daughter! She's hurt!" Cries an older woman, a bit hysterical. Safely, she watches the woman moaning in disoriented pain from the window, having to rush inside to get a nearby phone. "Please come quick! She's pregnant!"
"I'll need the address ma'am."
"2530 Maple Street! Please help us! S-She's bleeding fast, I think!"
"Help is on the way. What's the injured person's name?"
"Karen Childress... Sorry, no it's Wheeler. Karen Wheeler. She just got married."
"Alright. What exactly happened, ma'am?"
"An animal! That thing attacked her. Some sorta dog or... Wolf!"
"We don't have wolves in Hawkins, much less Indiana. It's probably a dog." The operator informs.
"I know what I saw, damn it!"
Karen continues to moan at having been recently pounced on in her backyard. Who knew innocently stargazing would turn into such a feat? She had tried to push whatever beast it was off her, only to find it's fur rough and prickly, the feeling of being sliced igniting her senses that the cut is horrendously deep. Karen's dirtied hand comes to her belly, protectively rubbing it as she prays that she won't die. She doesn't want her unborn child, her daughter Nancy, to also be taken by Death.
On that night, humanity slips away. DNA forever changed. Against her will, Karen is made into a creature of fairytale.
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It's a big deal for Mike to go to school. It'll be the first time that he's not with Karen to carefully supervise her son. His father, Karen's husband, Ted Wheeler is unaware of what the rest of his family is. He doesn't get why Mike's scared and why Karen, herself, is a tad on edge this morning. School's in session after a hot summer, with Mike officially a kindergartner. He clutches his backpack's straps like a lifeline and looks behind him to Karen sitting at the driving wheel.
"Remember what I taught you." She advises, offering an encouraging smile that doesn't meet her worrying eyes. Mike gulps heavily and forces his feet to move forward, away from the security of the family station wagon.
He has to remind himself to be normal. He has to pretend to be a normal kid, but it's all too much the further he treads onto the school's premises. His nose is overstimulated with all the smells surrounding him. Mike can smell people's laundry detergent scented clothes, can smell the lunches stored in their lunchboxes or brown paper bags, can smell the precise amount of salt in his sweating-with-nerves peers, and can smell all the overwhelming feelings radiating off in waves.
The greeting faculty escorting kids from the drop-off zone of parents' cars and yellow school buses smell very fatigued and underpaid to his keen nose. The kids range from smelling like fear, excitement, and general cluelessness. Mike wants to go home. He feels like crying. He doesn't want to be here trying to fit in when he's just not that. None of his family sans Ted is normal. He's about to turn tail and sprint back to Karen when he stops dead in his tracks. He's picked up a scent. It is so sweet and inviting and full of loneliness. Mike knows that emotion - lonely - very well.
His brown eyes are rapidly searching, left and right, nose sniffing prominently to find the source of such comfort on this stressful day for him. He gazes in the direction of the playground where some kids are playing before they're collected by a teacher. He scans the slides, the sandbox, the monkey bars, and tunnels, eventually landing on the swings. There! A boy his age, perhaps, is on the swings and when the wind happens to blow, Mike can smell it tenfold how alike he and this boy are. Without hesitance, he walks towards the swings and when he is close enough for the boy to notice his approach, Mike opens his mouth.
"Hi, my name's Mike! Do you wanna be my friend?" He has no idea where this confidence emerges from, but something instinctual in Mike told him he must do this.
The boy looks at him quietly, his hazel eyes sparkling, and Mike can smell that both of their loneliness is vanishing. Replaced with a new scent. Companionship.
"I'm Will." Says the boy, smiling shyly. "Yes. I'll be your friend."
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They're twelve years old now. Will hasn't suspected anything unusual. Mike wants to keep it that way.
"Sleepover at yours?" Lucas is casually leaning on the locker beside Mike's. Dustin is on the other side and Will is standing behind Mike, rather closely, but personal space isn't their forte even in public.
"Nah, I can't tonight." Mike throws his textbooks in and slams his locker shut. "I gotta family thing. Tomorrow should be good, though."
None of them notice the pattern. That at least once a month Mike is unavailable for the entire day. He doesn't answer his Supercom radio, or the house phone. If Lucas were to visit him since he lives just next door, and ring the bell, no one would get the door, despite it being clear that someone is home judging by the station wagon in the Wheeler home's driveway. This oddity only occurs on full moons.
Mike uses the excuse of family obligations often to deflect.
"Can't wait for tomorrow, then! I bought that new X-Men comic." Dustin boasts to the boys, proving it by unzipping his backpack to show off the copy.
"Oooh!" Will is already planning on how to win it from Dustin with a bet in mind.
They leave the hallways to the bike rack, getting ready to pedal home until they drift off to their own separate paths. Will is always the first to steer onto a different road, living across town while Mike, Lucas, and Dustin are in a closer area. As Will bids them farewell, Mike shoots the breeze with his other friends until he reaches home. Ted's gone on a business trip, thankfully, somewhere in Indianapolis for the night. This will make guarding much easier for him and Nancy.
Mike tucks his bike away in the garage. He enters his house to see Nancy is already in the kitchen with a metal mixing bowl full of raw meat. She's been in the fridge, tearing off the plastic of ground beef and steaks the moment she arrived from high school.
"Where's Mom?" He asks, slinking his backpack off his shoulders, dropping it to the floor by his feet.
"Preparing." Nancy responds without looking at him, filling the bowl up to the brim. "You know the drill?"
She's double checking. That's something Nancy is known for. Mike rolls his eyes, still. Never getting used to his big sister's authoritative voice.
"Yes." He sighs rather moodily and that causes Nancy to glance with a glare.
"Tell me."
"Really?"
"Do it, Mike!"
He huffs, strolling up next to her, and dipping a finger into the raw meat, covering it in crimson blood. Mike pops it into his mouth, swirling his tongue at the taste. It's delicious.
"I look after Holly while you go hunting with Mom."
"Good." Nancy shoves him from the meat. "This is for Mom. Go eat a snack or something."
Mike shoves her back, legs already primed for running as he hurries from Nancy's retaliation. She can't chase him like she wants, still fixing up the appetizer for Karen's hunger. Since that awful night, where Karen was made into a werewolf, she gave birth to Nancy - a born werewolf. After Nancy, Mike and Holly also came out as born werewolves (fortunately changing after being cleared from the hospital doctors so the family secret didn't get uncovered). Karen had to keep track of everyone's transformations while hiding from Ted their true nature. Her mother, Nana, the children's grandmother who was there during Karen's attack, knows the truth. She helped keep Karen under control, but with her body more feeble with old age, Nancy picks up most of the slack of supporting Karen on the full moons where they make deer their prey. Mike assists, as well.
Mike goes upstairs, beelining for Karen's room to peek in. She is on the bed taking off her jewelry, small trinkets that could get lost if out in the woods, eyes in a trance, and visible scar streaking her arm. He then heads for Holly's room where she is currently napping.
Yes, Mike certainly does know the drill.
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"Don't stay out too late." Joyce Byers tells her son, Will, who is in the yard with the family dog Chester. "Dinner is almost ready."
It's a rare occasion for Joyce to not be working an extra shift and to celebrate she's cooking when often it is Jonathan, Will's older brother, doing the basics of heating canned soup or boiling a simple pasta dish.
"Okay!" Will distractedly calls back, walking further into the woods with Chester towards Castle Byers.
When he was eight years old, Will's father Lonnie left them high and dry. To boost morale, Jonathan built Will a shack made of planks, Castle Byers, as his go-to safe space. Joyce, also trying to overcompensate such crummy luck, finally gave into Will's longtime wish of having a dog. Will's always been fond of animals of all kinds. Eager to go to the zoo during school field trips or imagining himself as an adult going on a safari. He liked looking at birds, at the stray wandering cats, and especially dogs. Lonnie hated animals, especially dogs, so the chances of having a pet while he was under the same roof was nil. Now that he's gone, for good it seems, Joyce surprised Will with Chester and that's all she wrote.
"C'mon boy!" Will beckons happily, leaving his yard to venture into the neighboring woods encircling the Byers' house. Chester excitedly trots next to him.
Since Mike is busy tonight, Will is going to have to make his own fun. He plays fetch with Chester for a while. Then they relax in Castle Byers, Will sketching in his sketchbook as Chester takes a quick nap, resting his paw defensively over Will's shoe. Soon the sun starts to set. He has to trek home for dinner. Will gathers his things and is set to walk when he hears Chester bark alertingly.
"Huh?" He glances at Chester barking more loudly and growling in the opposite direction of home. Will looks up and squints. Sees nothing. "What is it, boy?"
Chester firmly places himself in front of Will, like he's a shield. In the woods, in the looming trees, something is lurking that has caught the dog's eye.
"Chester? What do you see, boy?!" Will tries not to be alarmed at his pet's strange behavior. There is a rustle in the distance, a cracking noise, maybe a branch or stick, and Chester peels off to face it bravely.
"Chester!" Will is rooted, in shock that his dog would abandon him like that.
He is about to run after him when a voice calls out, "Will! It's time to eat! Did you lose track of time? Mom's freaking out."
Jonathan is nearing, hands in his pockets, and it's clear he didn't see what just happened. Will spins on his heel to look at his older brother, panicked.
"He ran off! We gotta get Chester!" He points to where the dog went.
Jonathan processes the words, checks the dimming sky, and regretfully shakes his head. "Won't see anything too good at night. I'm sure he'll find his way home."
Will grimaces at that, scoffing. "What? We have to get him. He, he saw something out there!"
"Could be a squirrel. You know how Chester likes to chase." Jonathan has a hand on Will's shoulder and steers him homebound. "Listen, if he's not back, I'll check things out in the morning."
"But..." Will doesn't know why or how, but he can feel in his gut that Chester is in trouble.
"Will, it'll be fine. We'll search tomorrow." Jonathan gives his shoulder a squeeze and Will resignedly gives up.
They eat dinner. Chester doesn't come home. It's morning a few hours later. Chester still isn't home. Jonathan looks guilty and Joyce sets out a bowl of Chester's favorite meal to no avail.
Will is absolutely distraught. Instead of staying over Mike's for the scheduled sleepover, the boys cancel in favor of printing "lost dog" posters and asking around Hawkins for any clues.
All fruitless. That is... Until Will goes to sulk alone in Castle Byers days laters, but before he could go inside, a familiar bark is heard.
"Chester!" Will looks behind him, hopeful, in the distance is his dog! Grinning, relieved, Will has tears in his eyes. "Chester! You came back boy!"
Will beckons for the dog to come over, except he doesn't. Chester turns and runs away. This time, unlike before, Will trails after.
It is a grave mistake.
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Mike's been in a mood. If he knows that Will is upset about his missing dog, then he can't possibly be at ease. Mike thinks it's unfair that Will must have anything bad happen to him. He was already short for his age, already got bullied by Troy for not being man enough, and he couldn't afford the latest toys or games like the rest of the Party. Mike just yearns for life to lay off Will for a single second. That'd be nice.
Karen is going on a cleaning spree. No full moon tonight. Not until next month. Ted is none-the-wiser, asleep on the recliner. Recently, Nancy has been sneaking off with Steve Harrington, and Holly is still too young to be a hassle. Mike thinks he'll go lounge in the basement and pop in a movie to pass the time. He makes his way, stopping to wrinkle his nose some as he's in between the kitchen's threshold and the basement door. The cleaning products Karen is using are very strong and irritating, to combat this the window above the sink is opened to air it out, and that's when Mike's smells it. The scent of Will Byers and the scent of danger incoming.
Typically, he shouldn't be able to trace Will from this far, however Mike's instincts are flaring when disaster is afoot. A special ability he's gained from Karen's mutated blood. He felt it when a flash flood hit Hawkins that Spring it rained for days on end, to when he knew a blizzard was abound last winter.
In the woods somewhere, there's something in the woods - Mike thinks instantly - right by Will's house!
Without bothering to tell Karen he's gone, Mike bolts to the garage, grabs his bike and pedals off. He'd transform, but the sun hasn't set yet and he can't risk being seen in any state but human. Another advantage a born werewolf has over a made one. He can transform when he wants, no moon required.
Mike hopes he's not too late.
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"CHESTER WAIT!" Will hollers, running after the spry dog. He's so focused on hugging Chester after thinking he was lost forever that he fails to notice how ominous the atmosphere has become.
Castle Byers is no longer within sight. Will's never gone this far into the woods. Not even Jonathan, nor Lonnie when he forced the boys to go hunting during rabbit season, have gone this far. At one point the ground that is considered Byers' property is now belonging to nature. An sublte restricted area. Will naively keeps yelling for Chester who is adamant on disobeying, seemingly moving harder to lead Will away shelter. Rather on purpose.
"BOY! C'MON!" Will pants, tired and slowing down to a jog, breathless. Athletics isn't his strong suit.
His cheeks are flushed red and a light sheen of sweat is on his skin. Will wipes his forehead, feet downgrading to a walk, muscles aching. He sees that Chester has settled at the base of a creepy tall and wide tree in front of him. Looking around briefly, Will anxiously licks his chapped lips as he comprehends that he has no idea where he is. The trees are of pine and oak, a Hawkins staple, yet the one that Chester is laying at the trunk of resembles none of the timber Will can recall from memory.
"Whoa." Will steps closer to a resting Chester. He feels the ground crunch under his shoes. The gnarled bark of the unfamiliar tree almost mimics a menacing face, a sizable hole hollowed into it, looking cavernous and obscure. "Uh... We should get going boy."
Will tells Chester who doesn't budge. Impatient and a little frightened of the tree, Will crouches gently nudging Chester. The dog is eerily unresponsive, like the dead. He gets on his knees and pushes again.
"Chester, please, we gotta go home before dark." Will begs, biting his bottom lip as the sky is changing colors. "I don't know where we are so you gotta lead us back, boy, like a good dog."
His hands go from gentle to firm, Will nudging Chester more sternly, and in doing so revealing a sickening truth. He rolls Chester over, the dog exposing his disemboweled belly, organs half-eaten and rotted, bone cavity jostled out of place. Hazel eyes enlarging, Will shifts his eyes to Chester's face, the dog now appearing lifeless. Shaking, Will turns back to the gutted belly, the scene unlocking a fact from his mind, one where he read in the library about bears munching on salmons' bellies for nutrients. That's what happened to Chester. He was eaten, but not wholly, Will reasons. What animal could do this, though?!
The ground beneath Will stirs. He sees something in Chester's belly moving. It looks like a... A tree root! How?! Will blinks, everything stunning him into petrified. The mysterious root slithers like a snake from Chester, almost like a string, and it dons on Will that his dog has been dead and whatever was puppeting his dog did so to lure him to this trap.
The root empties Chester's corpse. Will is frozen, unable to run. He watches how the root is attached to the creepy tree with a face that ostensibly comes alive! The hollowed hole in the bark acting as a mouth, having the nerve to shout out Chester's woofing from earlier that tricked Will, and the root is its weapon, it's spear primed to stab Will, carve him up. He can't scream, mind becoming undone that such a creature roamed this close to home, in Hawkins. No wonder Chester ran off. He was protecting Will from whatever this... This is! This tangible entity that used Chester's likeness evilly.
Will thinks he's a goner, the reptilian root stiffening into a lance about to strike. He has tears in his eyes and he's whimpering helplessly. This is it. This is the end.
"GRRRRRRR!"
The moment Will's to be pierced, he is propelled from harm's way by a pressure unknown to him. On his back, wind knocked out of him, a figure - no! - a being is hovering over him. It has four legs and a tail. It is furry and warm. Initially, Will assumes it is Chester risen from the dead like a zombie, then he discredits that as another dog possibly. Nope. This dog is actually too big to be one. His ears hear the rumbling warning growl of the animal that rescued him. He blinks up at the raven colored beast that exudes ultimate comfort. An intimate comfort Will's only experienced from his best friend Mike Wheeler, but that's not right. Mike is human.
Guardedly, the beast crawls off Will and bends its legs. Its fierce eyes are on the creepy tree that luckily can't move to them, for the beast put Will out of kill zone range of it's root. Will's heart is racing. He still can't speak or wiggle a big toe. The beast senses Will's stagnation, it bares its fangs to snag on Will's jacket in an attempt to drag him to safety.
Getting the message, Will's flight or fight kicks in and he hops to his feet. The beast brushes itself next to Will, silently urging Will to climb on by lowering itself onto the ground for Will to swing a leg over. When Will is situated, chancing it with the beast over the tree that murdered his dog, they dash towards the Byers house. Will hangs on tight, hands clenching the fur that smells like Mike's shampoo. He buries his face as the swooshing wind whips. It feels like he's on a motorcycle with how fast the beast carries him. Soon, the trees are starting to look like the ones by Castle Byers and he knows that he's close to home.
The beast has tremendous leap. Every time it jumps over a tree root or dip or log, they are a few feet in the air, Will's stomach dropping like he's on a rollercoaster. Eventually they are in his yard by the toolshed. Wobbly legged, Will slides off, and falls to his butt. The beast, now that Will has a clearer look and isn't on the verge of death, observes that it is a breed of wolf, on the greater scale.
"Y-You saved me." Will whispers and the wolf stares at him, grumbling its acknowlegement.
"Thank you." Will breathes, body shaking like a leaf.
The wolf's head draws near and Will shuts his eyes, breath hitched, only relaxing when he feels a nuzzle. His anxieties decrease significantly at the soothing touch. Cautiously, Will brings a hand to the wolf's fur and pets gratefully. The sound of Joyce's car pulling to the front of the house startles them from the moment, with the wolf immediately perking and running off, Will left in his yard.
That day, he learns Hawkins isn't a normal boring town at all. He tells Jonathan and Joyce of Chester's fate, both horrified at his gory details. When they go to retrieve the body and see the creepy tree for themselves, nothing is there.
Will thinks he's lost his mind, but he knows he hasn't, for his clothes have the evidence. Strands of raven fur belonging to a certain wolf.
_____________ "Bullshit!" Dustin pops the tab off a canned Coke.
"I'm not lying!" Will whines, that event haunting him. "There's a wolf here in Hawkins! A savior wolf!"
Lucas skeptically frowns, finishing off a bag of chips. "Yeah? Except the fact this isn't its natural habitat. Sure it wasn't a big dog?"
"Positive!" Will pouts. Mike thinks it's cute.
He had told the Party of his treacherous experience, and though the boys were doubtful, part of them did revel in the fantastical element of it still. The only thing they had is the fur Will paraded to them.
"Will, it's cool." Mike says, offering him the last slice of pizza. "I believe you."
"You do?" Will asks, staring profoundly at Mike who stares right back.
"Uh-huh."
In the basement the boys continue to argue on if the Hawkins' woods are as cursed as the folktales claim. Joyce had taken Will to the doctor and so far, he wasn't insane, but he hadn't eaten much that day thus the adults deemed his imagination ran wild in his hungry state. Will knows better. Knows he's not crazy. At least Mike's in his corner.
"Thanks for believing me, Mike." Will whispers to him once Lucas and Dustin have drifted off to sleep in their sleeping bags.
Mike is lying on his side, facing Will in the darkened room, and in the spilling moonlight from the window, Will thought he saw Mike's eyes match that of the wolf's.
"I'll always believe you, Will."
He falls asleep, ignorant to Mike still wide awake and watching. One day, he'll tell Will everything, but for now, he'll just protect from afar. Protect just like a paladin should.
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Had to get into my bylerween spirit and celebrate friday the 13th real quick so yeaaaaah. Anyways this has some lore to it if I ever deep dive fully into this alternate universe.
Since Karen is a made werewolf, that means whatever changed her is still out there possibly making more of them
The Wheeler children are born werewolves so have better self-control and can gain extra abilities that Karen didn't get cuz she's not a born werewolf
Born werewolves are more cognizant and can transform freely while made werewolves are unpredictable and can only change on the full moon
All of them sans Ted can eat raw meat
Hawkins has a lot of haunting things the Wheelers soon discover through their werewolf-ism
Treat that creepy tree like a venus fly trap on steroids
RIP Chester bro
@light-lanterne @fluffyfangirl are my two biggest fans when it comes to this type of stuff so here ya goooo! After this I'll be working on bylerween/cannibal byler stuff
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xtrafluffyteddy · 2 years
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Haunted
Pairing: Eddie munson x reader, brief Steve harrington x reader
Mentions: heartbreak, pleading, unspoken feelings, misunderstandings, happy ending maybe?
Inspired by Taylor swifts Haunted
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The dynamic between you and Eddie was…weird to say the least I mean you were pretty much a popular kid even though popular was a stupid concept and Eddie was well..Eddie, but you wouldn’t have it any other way you loved Eddie just the way he was you didn’t care what your friends said because in the end it was only Eddie’s opinion you cared about.
“I don’t think we should be together anymore” he said quickly as you both sat in the back of his van after hellfire and dance practice. You choked on the coke your were drinking facing him with wide eyes “what?” You questioned heart beating in your ears “I don’t think we should be together anymore” he repeated “we’re just to different” never in a million years did you expect what Eddie had said to you, you always reminded him labels were fucking stupid and you didn’t believe in them “oh-“ your voice cracks as you get up brushing off your leggings and Hawkins high sweatshirt “well then” you looked anywhere but him feeling the wall of tears build up in your eyes “see ya later then dar- Munson” he flinched at the use of his last name wondering if he just made the biggest mistake of his life.
You quickly got in your car letting the tears stream freely over your cheeks as you tried to bite back a sob. You quickly shook your head and took a deep breath speeding towards your house. When you got home you immediately climbed into bed ignoring your father who was asking if you were okay. You held your breath willing all of this to be some fucked up nightmare you just needed to wake up from but when you felt yourself get dizzy it all came crashing down, it was quiet and dark in your room there was no dumb laughing or guitar playing just eerie silence.
You squeezed your eyes shut the image of Eddie’s cold eyes staring down at you flashing before your eyes causing you to tear up again “I don’t wanna be with you anymore” kept repeating over and over in your head. Maybe you did something wrong, maybe he had found someone else, all these maybes but no concrete reasoning you thought you had figured him out but you guessed you were wrong as you drifted into a fitful sleep haunted by memories of you and Eddie.
When you arrived at school a couple days later Eddie gave you one glance and then just brushed past you like you never even existed to him. Everything- everything you and him had washed away with the one glance, every I love you, every whisper of getting out of Hawkins, it felt like all of it meant nothing. You felt like you were gonna throw up so you ran to the closest girls room immediately hunching over the toilet to spill what little contents were in your stomach. You clinched when you felt a hand rubbing your back then pulling back your hair “hey dear let it all put it’s okay I’ve got you” it was Nancy once everything was emptied you quickly turned to her, your eyes watery and pitiful. “Oh no no it’s okay it’s okay” she pulled you into her arms as you cried softly.
Unbeknownst to you Eddie watched you disappear into the bathroom he could feel his heart getting stuck in his throat. He thought it was for the best I mean that’s what he convinced himself, he didn’t wanna ruin your reputation you deserved better.
You tried dating again. You very brief boyfriend being Steve harrington, yes he was nice, he took you on a dates, said all the right things, the perfect gentleman, but he wasn’t Eddie and that’s all you wanted every time you looked into Steve’s eyes all you saw was Eddie and you couldn’t put Steve through that so you explained the situation. He was hurt but he understood.
You couldn’t take it anymore the no talking, the sideways glances, all of it weighed on you so you decided you’d make the first move. You had waited for Eddie by his locker hoping today wasn’t one of the days he decided to ditch. When you caught sight of him you quickly rushed to him “Eddie” you pleaded grabbing his wrist “talk to me, you can’t just break up with me and not even give me a damn reason” he looked at your hands then back at you “I gave you a reason we aren’t mea-“ he began before you cut him off “don’t give me that reputation bullshit Eddie, you don’t get to do that. You don’t get to come into my life, make me fall in love with you, make me care about you, and then just check out that’s not how this works” you shouted a bit. Eddie looked bewildered “I-“ he began again “Reputation doesn’t mean shit to me Eddie I don’t give a fuck about any of these fuckheads I only care about you because in a year they won’t matter they’re just a bunch of assholes from high school , but you will always matter to me you always fucking will”.
When you had finished you took a deep shaky breath gasping in shock when you were pulled into a warm chest Eddie’s familiar scent wrapping around you “I thought-“ he began whispering into your hair “I thought I was doing what was best for you but I didn’t realize I was really hurting you in the process forgive me sweetheart” he pulled back cupping your cheeks “I was an idiot for not listening to you the first time” he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Yeah you were Ed’s but I’m willing to forgive you but only if you buy me dinner first” he joked sending him a soft smile “deal” he whispered pulling you in for another kiss.
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moooxy · 2 years
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The Other Woman
Pairing: Eddie x f!Reader
Synopsis: you decide to reflect on your relationship with the infamous Eddie Munson. [angst]
Word Count: 1k
AN: wrote this when i was sad and tired so apologies if there are any dumb mistakes
I could cry at the way she was looking at me. Bright eyes, enough to illuminate my whole mood - she tended to do that. I often find myself staring at myself in the mirror after spending time with her; I stare at myself in disgust of this sunny, slushy, new person she’s molded me into.
She smiled with her eyes. Of course, with her lips too, but god her eyes were fucking breath-taking. She complained about the colour of them, how they weren’t as special as I made them out to be. She doesn’t see what I see. I know she’s the same as me, she stares into the mirror wondering ‘what does this boy see in me?’ - I see euphoria, I see my future.
Our first date was when I first took her to stargaze. I feared she’d be one of those girls who talk solely about the Big Dipper or whatever the fuck is in the sky. But no, she barely looked at the stars because she was looking at me. Whenever I turned my head, she’d pretend to be looking into the sky - but I felt her eyes on me. I remember catching her out, licking my lips as a distraction and then turning to look at her. My heart soared at the proof of my suspicions. I’d taken a girl out to stargaze and she spent the whole time looking at me, admiring me. I confronted her about it, and she didn’t even deny it. That’s when I knew, I did it; I found someone truly amazing.
I love the way she’d pout at the slightest inconvenience, she wasn’t even aware that she was doing it. I love the way her eyes would always give away her true feelings, when she’d frown but there’d be a twinkle of mischief deep in there. I love the way she loved me, free of embarrassment and shame.
I wish I had called her more; her giggles over the phone always made my stomach erupt in butterflies.
I hated the way she’d expose my care-free façade, the way she took advantage of my soft spot for her.
Our last date was her idea, actually. She took me to a field, set up a picnic, fed me strawberries. My fingers were on her, I just couldn’t bear the thought of having to restrain myself. I didn’t touch her in a sexual way, it was more of a compulsive way. Without me knowing, she’d become my anchor.
That smile again. It’s always in my head, it’s presence is significant, it’s my stimulant. It pops up whenever I feel like bunking class, she wants me to pass and graduate with her. When I light a cigarette, it emerges. When I feel miserable, it arises.
I’m just really sorry, I’m really really fucking sorry. I don’t want you to feel pressured, but I’d really like you to take me back.
I missed Eddie. Judging from his impeccable reading skills he has admitted to in this letter, he can probably see my ache for him. He doesn’t know I experience that night every time I fall asleep, every night without fail.
Corroded Coffin was headlining at a gig - how could I miss that? Without a second thought, I cancelled my plans on Saturday night with Nancy Wheeler and instantly started to think about what I’d wear. Maybe one of his jackets? Should I wear… fishnets? Ripped tights? I didn’t know how people dressed to attend a metal gig - and none of my friends would have experience in that genre. Maybe I could just dress normally, but throw on some dark eyeliner. I made myself chuckle at my own hopelessness.
Saturday night approached very quickly. I kissed Eddie goodbye and goodluck in the morning, knowing I’d be surprising him during his gig - his first gig as a headlining act. I wore the sundress I had on a few days ago at our picnic date, finished off with one of Eddie’s leather jackets. I always told him he could make a pretty penny if he sold some of them.
“And this next song goes to my girlfriend in the crowd,” Eddie speaks into the microphone. But, there’s no eyes on me. All eyes are on a pretty little blonde thing close to the stage, where my boyfriend looks down at her with the most admiring gaze I’ve seen him hold.
Every single gig he’d been dedicating each guitar solo to her, the guitar solos he played for me at home. To say I felt my heart drop to the floor, shatter on impact and stick to my feet as I trudged over it would be an understatement.
I don't wait for him to spot me, I’m out of that disgusting bar in an instant. God, I wanted to cry that night - I mean, I did cry, but I wanted to cry harder. So hard that it was inhumanly possible to cry that fiercely.
That night - I know this sounds really dramatic - but I felt like I was dying. You know how people say they saw their life flash before their eyes? It was sort of like that, every memory I spent with Eddie whizzed in my head. It dug me deeper into the pit of gloom I was buried in, every memory served as a shovel of dirt being chucked on to me… until I could barely breathe. I had my first panic attack.
When he came back home to our trailer that night, I let him hold me for the last time ever.
He didn’t take the confrontation well. He was hurt, so hurt - which he had no right to be. He was getting so emotional at losing his girlfriend, to the point where I could see he was about to become berating. I didn’t let it happen. I saved him from years worth of regret by leaving before he had the opportunity to guilt himself. I remember looking in my mothers mirror, thinking ‘how did I let a boy like Eddie break my heart?’
I spent that entire night in my mothers arms, sobbing. The only thought that crossed my mind was our first date, where I remember judging him. I was looking at him the whole time because I was contemplating if I was really about to date this boy, this troublemaker who could potentially ruin my life. He caught me staring, so I pretended to admire him.
Once I fully committed to dating this boy, I fell hard. I loved him hard, it seems he didn’t reciprocate. There was always an aspect of embarrassment I felt for dating Eddie, but it was clouded by my stupid, reckless love I felt towards him.
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tkstrandreyes · 1 year
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New interview with Sierra McClain talking about playing Grace on 911: Lone Star Season 4. | via Max Gao - January 23, 2023
Grace and Judd are, in many ways, the foundation of this show. They’ve had their fair share of ups and downs, but they’ve always fought to stay together. What do you enjoy most about playing out that relationship with Jim?
Sierra McClain: I think their relationship has almost become a little bit second nature to [the point] where now, Jim and I kind of already know where we would be [in a scene]. If Grace and Judd don’t see eye-to-eye, or just in any particular situation, we already know where they stand as individuals and as a couple. This is the longest I’ve ever played a single character, so to live out her life, to play these episodes and to know what she would do and how she would think and how her husband would react, or how she would react to her husband, is something very different from me. It’s weird, but it’s super fulfilling, and the more you are in their shoes, the more you get to know them yourself.
What kinds of new parenting challenges will Grace and Judd face this season with a toddler and, if you count Judd’s biological son, a teenager?
When you take both scenarios and see them in juxtaposition with one another, when it comes to their new child—this bundle of joy—and this kid who’s really not a kid, I think it’s interesting to see the different parts of Judd and Grace, the different parts of parenting that it calls for. Having to raise a young baby is different from having to raise a teenager, and they’re—and Judd specifically is—having to do both at the same time.
What have been some of your favorite scenes to shoot as Grace, and what would you say have been the most physically or emotionally challenging?
My favorites are probably when I’m with any other cast member, so anything I’ve ever done with anyone else. Obviously, I’m a little biased because we’re friends, but the team-up [last season] with Carlos [Rafael L. Silva] was one of my favorites. I’m hoping that they throw Grace in there with T.K. [Ronen Rubinstein], Nancy [Briana Baker] or Paul. Me and Briana were joking because the poster for Season 4 came out, and we were like, “Look at our characters—they’re next to each other! This is the closest they’ve been in the whole series.” [Laughs.] And then the most challenging or the most emotional probably had to be the birth stuff. Now, surprisingly enough, not the birth itself. The birth itself kind of was just God—that took over, and it just was what it was. I didn’t think about it when I left, but the road up to it felt like a million and one pieces moving at the same time. It was very hard for me to keep up. I try not to criticize anything that I do at this point in my career, but that’s probably one of the most challenging I’ve had so far.
To view the whole interview click on the link above.
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cazperx-x · 2 years
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Hi I'm back with another request it's another Robin x reader band au
( Robin- drummer Steve- Bassist Reader and Eddie- guitarist Jonathan- singer Nancy- manager)
Where reader and Robin have to keep their relationship a secret from the band but nancy ends up finding up because she walked in on them cuddling during her band check ups. Leading Robin and reader to tell the rest of the band. Thanks :)
Oooo, I love this idea
The Bands Night Out
Robin Buckley x F!reader
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“So big boy, that was quite a practice show huh?” Eddie teased, while Steve just rolled his eyes. 
“Whatever Munson.”
“Cut the chit chat you two. Everyone has a 15-minute break before we go on. And it’s the real deal this time. I’ll be checking up on everyone occasionally, got it?” Nancy told the group, her voice nothing but serious. You rolled your eyes at Robin, who giggled. 
You both agreed Nancy took her job as stage manager too seriously, after all, you were just a bunch of teenagers in a silly band together. 
You inched closer to Robin while Nancy was still lecturing the group. 
“So,” You whispered. 
“So..?”
“Are you excited about the show?”
“Oh yeah, most definitely.” Robin smiled. 
You two had been dating for a couple of months, but you both agreed not to tell anyone just yet. It was tough keeping the secret from Steve, who was a bit too invested in your girlfriend’s love life. 
“Okay Robin, I know Vicky didn’t work out but I have a plan B.”
“Huh? What are you talking about dingus.”
“Look, I made a chart of all the girls your age in Hawkins who are most likely into boobies and-”
“Steve. Stop. First off, gross, second off, just no.”
Jonathan nudged you out of your thoughts. 
“Nancy’s done talking now, are you just gonna stand there or..?”
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You had about 10 minutes left of your break, and Robin was hanging out in your dressing room. 
You were contently listening to Robin rant about one thing or another while touching up your makeup, a wide smile on your face the entire time. 
“Are you done yet? I wanna cuddle.” Robin mumbled. 
“You can sit in my lap while I finish.” You offered, and Robin quickly climbed into your lap. 
You found comfort in her warmth, and as much as you would never admit it, this was better than playing on stage. Much, much better. You didn’t want this moment to end. Robin buried her head in the crook of your neck. 
“Can we skip the show and just stay like this forever.” She mumbled, which made you chuckle. 
“Its like you read my mind.”
You two where so wrapped up in each other you didn’t even hear Nancy’s footsteps approaching the door.
“Hey, Y/n is in Robin here? You guys have f-”
You both froze and stared at Nancy for a second, before quickly separating. 
Nancy’s eyes where wide and she closed the door behind her. You two braced for the lecture you were about to get, or being kicked out of the band all together. 
“Nancy I promise it’s not what you-” Robin started. 
“No need to explain. You two make a cute couple.” Nancy smiled, and a huge wave of relief washed over you and Robin both. 
“Anyway, five minutes till showtime. Hope you’re ready!” Nancy said, before leaving to check the others. 
You and Robin stood there in silence for a moment, before you finally broke it. 
“She handled it really well, should we tell the others about us?” You softly questioned. 
“Yeah. Yeah I think we should.” Robin agreed. 
“After the show?”
“After the show.”
You turned to her and smiled, before lightly kissing her cheek.
You both giggled, before Jonathan rushed in. “Hurry up guys, we can’t afford to be late.”
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The show went great, and Nancy suggested you all go out to celebrate. You ended up choosing the local pizza place, which was close to the venue you had been playing at. 
“You’ll never take me alive!” Eddie practically screamed as Steve tried to force him to eat pizza with pineapple on it. 
“Its good, I promise!”
“Hell no Steve. I’m not letting you poison me tonight.” Eddie crossed his arms. 
Meanwhile Jonathan and Nancy where having light conversation from across the table, Nancy was next to them, completely ignoring Eddie’s desperate cries for help. 
You and Robin giggled at the boys antics safely from across the table. 
“Y/n! Save me from this devil man’s evil concoction!” 
“No, I think I’d rather stay here with my lovely girlfriend.” You said, leaning onto Robin. 
“Yeah Eddie, I’m her first priority.” Robin smirked. 
Both the boys just stared at you both, Eddie’s mouth slightly open, like he was processing. 
“You two make a cute couple. Congrats.” Jonathan acknowledged. 
Just before it looked like Eddie was about to say something Steve quickly shoved the piece of pineapple pizza into his mouth. 
“Victory!” 
“You bitch!” Eddie lightly shoved Steve after being forced to take a bite of the pizza. 
“Oh c’mon, you liked it.” Steve rolled his eyes. 
“No Harrington. You have murdered me with your devil pizza.”  Eddie said, before dramatically falling onto Steve. 
You and Robin giggled, and Steve turned his attention to Robin before whispering, 
“She was totally on my list of girls who like boobies.”
“We’re eating dingus!”
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